He bent right down to pick up his valise
For tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
The Turks said just take anything you please
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb