1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2the answer is they could be twins full-grown
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4and loudly sang off-key without a tone
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10with gravity at gravity’s great cog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum
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