The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
He bent right down and well what did he seize
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
The nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
While homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
We'll suffocate before the epilogue
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum