Who hales before the judgment seat

The vendor of unwholesome ices?

Who's apt at any time to have his

Complexion spoiled by hob-nailed navvies?

It is indeed our Robert, or,

As some prefer to say, our "Bobby";

The civil servant, paid to floor

The wiles of those who'd kill or rob 'ee;

Who keeps our premises secure,

Our butter and our morals pure.