The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
Poetic licence needs no strain or stress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
Soliloquies predict great things old chum