He was, he is, and ever will be The most famous bard; by th’ name of Will; he A question posed that’s baffled generations “To be, or not to be...”; by these one very very words alone reserved himself he the star-studded throne Among th’ infinite constellations From whence he came, and whither he did go: For ‘ndeed ‘tis was for him too much ado; Too much alike to those one star-crossed lovers He was unhappy in his life; but once it’s over Was - he did arise; not from his grave, But to eternity to thrive Among th’ eternal things, fair and sublime With not even the palest peer, Or the worthy rival to challenge his position Where he still stands as if the exhibition’s Greatest monument; which, well, he is That shines so bright so no one could him miss