1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
9Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can’t depress
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11on wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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