The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
The bull's horns ought to dry it like a bone
The Turks said just take anything you please
And loudly sang off-key without a tone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
When dried the terrapin can naught express
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Southern baroque's seductive dialogue
Suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum