Here’s J. C. Squire, and here the laurell’d Shanks;
There’s Ezra’s circle of performing Yanks;
And here that ardent and enduring one
Who, with cool madness, faced th’ opposing Hun
Until—flick! Flick!—they fell down every one.
And here is Lewis, blasting as he goes—
He plays his one-man-band, yet keeps the pose!
Here’s Secker with his owl; the Coterie;
And gentle John with “gray dog Timothy”:
Here’s sly Monro with Chapbook under arm