1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12No need to cart such treasures from the fog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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