When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The genealogist with field and fess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
The best of all things to an end must come