When one with t'other straightaway agrees
When masons clutch the breath we held on loan
His toga rumpled high above his knees
One gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
It's one of many horrid happenings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Victorious worms grind all into the grave
The genealogist with field and fess
One tongue will do to keep the verse agog
Socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
Though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
yet from the City's pie pulled not one plum