The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
That horders of crooks felt they'd more right to own
The Turks said just take anything you please
Normal one aims to be and share the throne
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Nought can the mouse's timid nibbling stave
The fertile mother changelings drops like kings
That every verbal shock aims to deprave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
Poor Yorick comes to bury not address
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
In cognac brandy is Bacardi rum?