1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2his exaltation shocked both youth and crone
3her native chauffeur waited in the breeze
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5They both are right not untamed mutterings
6nought can the mouse’s timid nibbling stave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8in purest cradels tha’s how they behave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13with marble souvenirs then fill a slum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum