The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
The understanding critic firstly sees
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
The fasting fakir doesn't smell the less
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
No need to cart such treasures from the fog
Where no one bothered how one warmed one's bum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum