1The marble tomb gapes wide with jangling keys
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3forms shadowy with indecision wheeze
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown

5And yet ’twas he the beggar Fate just flings
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7he’s gone to London how the echo rings
8thou homestead hillside woodland rock and cave

9The genealogist with field and fess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11and played their mountain croquet jungle chess

12Whiskey will always wake an Irish bog
13though bretzels take the dols from board-room drum
14they’re kings we’re mammal-cousins hi ho hum

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