The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
'Ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
O Parthenon you hold the charger's strings
The North Wind Bites into his architrave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
A bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
And let you off from your opinions glum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb