When one with t'other straightaway agrees
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
It's one of many horrid happenings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
Proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The peasants's skirts on rainy days she'd tress
What things we did we went the whole darned hog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
With marble souvenirs then fill a slum
A wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb