1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2for tea cucumber sandwiches a scone
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4while sharks to let’s say potted shrimps are prone
5The roundabout eats profits made on swings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14the best of all things to an end must come
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