Page 1 of 2 He who fell meters seventy and two/
Onto a carpet deceptively blue./
Lost emeralds and helmets and shovel with name,/
Into my hoppers now mine to reclaim./
He dashed back to death's spot to gather his loot,/
Page 2 of 2 With panic broke through reinforcement en route./
His lesson is learned,
sign posted on door:/
"PRIVATE - NO ENTRY" one must not ignore.
