1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone

5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The peasants’s skirts on rainy days she’d tress
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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