The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum