The Poor Man’s Club is a wonderful place,
Neither fashionable, swift nor slow,
A kindly, rare, psychological spot,
As those who frequent it well know.
It’s built on the marvelous “Dutch treat” plan
Which is sane and destructive to fear.
You stand for yourself, also pay for yourself,
And expand in democracy’s cheer.
Now this old club, in fact, is just an excuse
For a rare metaphysical “bee.”