The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The understanding critic firstly sees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
It's one of many horrid happenings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The genealogist with field and fess
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum