1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4one gathers rosebuds or grows old alone
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6rejecting ermine to become a knave
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10and starve the sniveling baby like a dog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum
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