1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2licks round carved marble chops on snails full-blown
3he bent right down and well what did he seize
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5To one sweet hour of bliss my memory clings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8the nicest kids for strickiest toffees crave
9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce
12Bard I adore your endless monologue
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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