And thus Peter Peter has kept her
Immured in Mausoleum gloom,
A moist, humid, damp sort of gloom.
And though there’s no doubt he bewept her,
She is still in her yellow hued tomb,
Her unhallowed, Hallowe’en tomb
And ever since Peter side-stepped her,
He calls her his lost Lulalume,
His Pumpkin-entombed Lulalume.
This was received with acclaim, but many objected to the mortuary theory.