The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
Shallots and sharks'fins face the smould'ring log
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
The Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb