The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
Licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
He bent right down and well what did he seize
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
They both are right not untamed mutterings
Signalling gauchos very rarely shave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
The genealogist with field and fess
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
The colonel's still escutcheoned in undress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
And let you off from your opinions glum
For Europe's glory while Fate's harpies strum