The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
His exaltation shocked both youth and crone
Old corned-beef's rusty armour spreads disease
With cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
How it suprised us pale grey underlings
When flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
For burning bushes never fish forgave
Staunch pilgrims longest journeys can't depress
In indian summers Englishmen drink grog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
The best of all things to an end must come