The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
His toga rumpled high above his knees
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
In purest cradels tha's how they behave
The genealogist with field and fess
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
The country lane just thrives on farmyard mess
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
And let you off from your opinions glum
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum