With beaks, burrows and a burial ground

This Idyll that I have found


It goes on round and round and round


Greets good-day to the green green ground


This idyll that I have found


Doesn’t astonish nor does astound


The feasting vultures all abound


With beaks, burrows and a burial ground




The green green green green burial ground


Does not hinder nor does hound


My motive or my mother’s mound


Of busts, bullies and a burial ground




The green green green green burial ground