He bent right down to pick up his valise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
It's one of many horrid happenings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
A daring baron pockets precious Mings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
With quill white-collared through his life will jog
From cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness
But I can understand you Brogher Gog
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb