THE NEW UTOPIA.
[Suggested by Mr. J. H. Thomas's book, just out, with a Red Flag on the wrapper.]
O England, with what joy I hail
The master-hand that calms and cools
In Thomas's entrancing tale,
When Labour Rules.
There will be no more serfs and slaves;
There will be no more feudal fools;
The King may stay, if he behaves,
When Labour rules.
Workers, in Downing Street installed,
Will never think of downing tools;
Strikes clearly never will be called
When Labour rules.
The hand of brotherhood that knits
At present Tom and Dick with Jules
Will be extended to good Fritz,
When Labour rules.
The vile capitalistic crew
Of human vampires, sharks and ghouls
Will vanish in the boundless blue
When Labour rules.
Our children will be standardized
In psycho-analytic schools,
And brains completely equalized
When Labour rules.
O Paradise! O frabjous day!
When 'neath the flag of flaming gules
Labour shall hold unchallenged sway—
When Thomas rules.
Following the enormous success of The Daily Mail hat—
—We look forward anxiously to The Times cravat—
—The Telegraph coat—
—The Chronicle quilted bags
—The Herald patent sabots.
Study of an Impartial Reader.