Behold! Phil la magnificenta,
Who could, the real Bard, try to tame,
And rival thy Great Paolo,
With a brain and claim to fame.

But would thee’ Great Paolo,
Of such a matter, suffer thy stress,
Fear thee not O’ sweet supporters,
Phil la magnificenta must confess.

Troubadour of thy written word,
Where no man risketh’ same,
The Great Paolo leadeth’ well,
Phil la magnificenta oh! What shame.

Thy challenge ahead awaits thee,
My beloved flesh and blood,
Your reserves I hope cometh,
Save thy litary flood.

Hope lyeth’ in yonder dream,
And forever wake thy same,
That Paolo is to perfect ware.
Of Brains and claim to fame.