1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5How it suprised us pale grey underlings
6the North Wind Bites into his architrave
7they both are right not unformed smatterings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9The fasting fakir doesn’t smell the less
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
14fried grilled black pudding’s still the world’s best yum