The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
It's one of many horrid happenings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Th'outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
With gravity at gravity's great cog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum