Giuseppe Belli Gioachino. (№ 278590)

First nackawic a wall smeared with glue,
Then on the wall was stuck a decree
And people are curious, we have,
Ran scientist for scientist.
That there prescribed? Look at,
What for we were kept in reserve,
That forbid us this time
What we do not have rights.
Forward who climbed to the wig
Read, read, and muttered in the heat:
"Scribble, and they themselves rot in the head".
But how much power we may grumble,
As we squeezed, holding in his hand,
And we panicali and stopped.