Whom of which can I speak--
When the days are full of heat?
Literary giant old and new,
Revamped, and told,"To thine own self be true."

Everywhere he had his ways,
Found dead, on his own birthday.
Upon his left ear a little ring, what did this bring?

Father of Tragedy,
He spoke, writhing with the lost love...

Nobody knows where he goes,
But at Two, we're going to The Globe.