When one with t'other straightaway agrees
The answer is they could be twins full-grown
Upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
An icicle of frozen marrow pings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
With gravity at gravity's great cog
On wheels the tourist follows hos hostess
Bard I adore your endless monologue
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum