1Don Pedro from his shirt has washed the fleas
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3replies like this the dumbstruck brain may tease
4normal one aims to be and share the throne
5O Parthenon you hold the charger’s strings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10in indian summers Englishmen drink grog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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