1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2the bull’s horns ought to dry it like a bone
3old corned-beef’s rusty armour spreads disease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11from cool Parnassus down to wild Loch Ness

12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13suits lisping Spanish tongues for whom say some
14the best of all things to an end must come

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