Here Is A Tale For Children And Their Grannies: There Was A Fool, A Man Who'D Had His Chances But Missed Them, Somehow; Lost Them, Just For Fancies, Tag-Ends Of Things With Which he'd Crammed Crannies Of His Cracked Head, As Panes Are Crammed With Paper: Fragments Of Song And Bits Of Worthless Writing, Which He Was Never Weary Of Reciting, Fluttered His Mind As Night A Windy Taper. A Witless Fool! Who Lived In Some Fair Venice Of His Own Building Where He Dreamed Of Beauty: Who Swore Each Weed A Flower The Sorry Pauper! This Would Not Do. Men Said He Was A Menace To All Mankind; And, As It Was Their Duty, Clapped Him In Prison Where He Died As Proper.