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
5Old Galileo’s Pisan offerings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7proud death quite il-le-gi-ti-mate-ly stings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave
9Platonic Greece was not so talentless
10what things we did we went the whole darned hog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12Their sculptors did our best our hulks the clog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14yet from the City’s pie pulled not one plum
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