The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
The showman gargles fire and sword with ease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
That metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb