The Spoonbill Generator

This mausoleum, filled with Zinc,       [Apsley ]

Repugnant to the eye       [loaf ]

Makes the agéd pause to think       [Apsley ]

The young to stop and sigh       [loaf ]

Yet now our dead may be some use       [Arnold the Sly Ape ]

As current customs wane       [loaf ]

And we parade the golden goose       [Apsley ]

That was so lately slain       [loaf ]

We heap their bodies in the street       [Apsley ]

The feathers line our caps       [loaf ]

The sacrificial lambs all bleat       [Kevin Andrew Murphy ]

In unison, perhaps       [loaf ]

Yet now we're told they're hard to smelt       [Arnold the Sly Ape ]

And difficult to mould       [loaf ]

And not considered very svelte       [Apsley ]

And costlier than gold       [Kevin Andrew Murphy ]

So tour, they must, to reap what's sown       [Arnold the Sly Ape ]

And gather it in bags       [Apsley ]

Or in the bell of some trombone       [loaf ]

That might, belike, be Nagg's       [Apsley ]