1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7an icicle of frozen marrow pings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb
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