At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum