Parolles

Let me stop your loss of gloss
Let me take away your pear
The principle it will cost
You’ll hold forever dear
Now is the time of request
Let me take it from your cheek
Why do you still protest
It makes a terrible antique
Out with it
Shed that cold companion
Away with it
You must obey the cannon
Make your pear a pomegranate
And wealth you will accumulate