THE BEST AIR "MINISTER."
Who shall be Lord of the Air,
Now N. has seen fit to declare,
To his followers' deep despair,
That he can't conscientiously sit
In a Cabinet void of grit?
For Churchill is tied to the Front,
And Markham is out of the hunt,
And eloquent Bernard Vaughan
From his pulpit can't be withdrawn.
Who shall be Lord of the Air
And take us all under his care?
Why, Robertson Nicoll, of course—
A man of colossal force,
With a perfectly splendid gift
For soaring and moral uplift.
For, though nobody so uniquely
Can hearten The British Weekly,
His readers will cheerfully spare
Him to go and remain in the air,
Careering along the inane
In a Nicoll-plated plane
With, to lend him additional fervour,
Mr. G*rv*n as his "Observer."