Watchful, grave, he sits astride his horse,
Draped with his rubber poncho, in the rain;
And those who try to bluff him, try in vain.
Shrewdly and sternly all the crowd he cons:
A figure nobly fit for sculptor's bronze.
Little you know how picturesque you are!
"Say, that's a helva place to park your car!"
Mounted Police.