What's in a name?

 
Italians trying to keep the wasps,
of the olives and the sweets,
for love is real neat,
the busker having a treat.
 
Andre Duckers' is now,
the Vienna Patisserie,
still the best cakes in the world,
this stage, gentle in its curiosity.
 
They pour in like conkers on a tree,
all is Rome,
all is free;
walking little dogs
and eating roast hogs.
 
Damp as a day in the Kingdom should be,
they're floggin' the Post office
and that will be the last of England.

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