The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
The Turks said just take anything you please
Which neither time nor tide can long postpone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Rejecting ermine to become a knave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
Fried grilled black pudding's still the world's best yum