1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11watching manure and compost coalesce

12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum

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