Sic Transit
I laa paa Knæ og kyssed
Gulddugen om jert Alter,
mens Verden krøb derude
omkring i sine Pjalter,
thi Verden var den lille.
Men nu er Verden bleven
saa stor, at den kan skønne,
at Skjorten er forreven.
Nu gaar den, naar I synger
saa mildt om Oliebladet,
omkring paa Kirkegaarden
og tygger Drøv paa Hadet.
Viggo Stuckenberg
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