1He bent right down to pick up his valise
2his nasal ecstasy beats best Cologne
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown

5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6when flame a form to wrath ancestral gave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14the best of all things to an end must come