ttto "Silver threads among the gold"

Dali, you are growing cold,
In your grave so it's been told.
Though your corpse may rot away,
Your 'tache will last for many a day.

But, my Dali, it may be (may be)
While they check paternity.
That your 'tache so firm and free,
May last for an eternity!

Cheers
Nigel