THE MIKADO’S SONG
BROUGHT DOWN TO 1909
Mikado sings as formerly:
“My object all sublime,
“I shall achieve in time,
“To make the punishment fit the crime,
“The punishment fit the crime,
“And make each prisoner pent unwillingly represent,
“A source of innocent merriment, of innocent merriment.”
All ranting hypocritical saints,
And Lord’s Day Alliance mugs,
Baseball shall play the whole lord’s day
To an audience of thugs.
The Suffragette who wants to vote
Whether we will or not,
Will be spanked by a preacher in order to teach her,
Her proper place and lot.
The Temperance crank whom any one catches,
His fate’s extremely rough,
He’s put up to his chin in a barrel of gin,
Till he drinks up all the stuff.
All Grafters with the itching palm,
And paw out for a bribe,
Will get down on their shins and confess all their sins,
To a Holy Methodist tribe.
The Banker who takes public money,
And gambles it in stocks,
Shall wear a hair shirt in squalor and dirt,
And walk with peas in his socks.
Beware of ruts, they are easy to get into but difficult to get out of. All habits are ruts, a good one is only a little better than a bad one, therefore do not become a creature of habit.