The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
His toga rumpled high above his knees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
The best of all things to an end must come