The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum