He bent right down to pick up his valise
Since Elgin left his nostrils in the stone
Forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
The thumb- and finger-prints of Al Capone
And yet 'twas he the beggar Fate just flings
With sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
The learning linguist cameramaniac sings
Thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave
It's no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
Or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
And played their mountain croquet jungle chess
Lobsters for sale must be our apologue
Poor reader smile before your lips go numb
The bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum