One Verse That Poe Forgot

Hear the clanging copper bells
      Moo-cow bells!
A pastureful of bovines their jangling foretells!
     Through the misty air of night
     How they ring when moo-bulls fight!
       And the clinking-clanking notes
           All out of tune,
       What a "moo-ving" ditty floats
Among the calves that romp in swampy moats
           Beneath the moon.
     Oh, from out the flowerng dells
What a rush of playful noise cacaphonously wells
               Loud as hell,
               Sounds real swell!
      On the wanderers how they tell,
      Wherein what ditch they may have fell
    By the bashing and the crashing
          Of the bells, bells, bells---
        Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
           Bells, bells, bells---
To the bonking and the clonking of the bells!