The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
While sharks to let's say potted shrimps are prone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
Were pots graffiti'd over by a slave
He's gone to London how the echo rings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
And starve the sniveling baby like a dog
Watching manure and compost coalesce
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Do bank clerks rule their abacus by thumb
And lessors' dates have all too short a sum