And instant was your smart reply,
"Free Breakfasts to the Unemployed."
And then, after six more verses of rhythmical chaff, this prophetic stanza:
And howsoe'er profusely flow
The tea and coffee round the board,
The hospitality you show
Shall nowise lack its due reward.
For soon, I trust, our turn 'twill be,
With joy by no regret alloyed,
To give the present Ministry