1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3upon his old oak chest he cuts his cheese
4normal one aims to be and share the throne

5Oh how oh how he hates such pilferings
6filching the lolly country thrift helped save
7the fertile mother changelings drops like kings
8victorious worms grind all into the grave

9Emboggled minds may puff and blow and guess
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11socrates watched his hemlock effervesce

12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13on fish-slab whale nor seal has never swum
14a wise loaf always knows its humblest crumb