1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11the colonel’s still escutcheoned in undress

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum

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