1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6signalling gauchos very rarely shave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9The genealogist with field and fess
10one tongue will do to keep the verse agog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12We’ll suffocate before the epilogue
13ventriloquists be blowed you strike me dumb
14the bell tolls fee-less fi-less fo-less fum
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