1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13poor reader smile before your lips go numb
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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