XXIII + 

In Sacramento City here + 

This wooden monument we rear + 

In memory of Dr. May, + 

Whose smile even Death could not allay. + 

He’s buried, Heaven alone knows where, + 

And only the hyenas care; + 

This May-pole merely marks the spot + 

Where, ere the wretch began to rot, + 

Fame’s trumpet, with its brazen bray, + 

Bawled; “Who (and why) was Dr. May?” + 