The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Through snobbish growing round her hemline zone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Filching the lolly country thrift helped save
Such merchandise a melancholy brings
Till firemen come with hose-piped tidal wave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
A piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
Ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
They're kings we're mammal-cousins hi ho hum