1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the Turks said just take anything you please
4with cherry-pips his cottage floor is sown
5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6whose ocean still-born herrings madly brave
7the learning linguist cameramaniac sings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave
9It’s no good rich men crying Heaven Bless
10a piercint wit would sprightliest horses flog
11to prove mamma an adult with a tress
12One misses cricket hearth and croaking frog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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