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
And empty cages show life's bird has flown
Old Galileo's Pisan offerings
Whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
They both are right not unformed smatterings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
To prove mamma an adult with a tress
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
On fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
The best of all things to an end must come