And they sweat as they plod.
Parson and Poet Laureate,
Professor, Grocer, Don—
This one as fat as Ehud, that (poor dear!) would grow the more he ate,
Yet more a skeleton.
Some have piles and some have goitres,
Most of them have Bright’s disease,
Uric acid has made them flaccid and one gouty hero loiters,
Anchylosed in toes and knees.
’Tis Duty drags their aching carrion