The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
It's one of many horrid happenings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Bard I adore your endless monologue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum