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
4which neither time nor tide can long postpone
5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7th’outrageous Thames a troubled arrow slings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10with quill white-collared through his life will jog
11poor Yorick comes to bury not address
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13the Taj Mahal has trinkets spice and gum
14for Europe’s glory while Fate’s harpies strum
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