There was a word he did not know.
He bowed, and with his haughtiest air
Resumed his walk; but everywhere
He went his subjects, small and big,
Took up the cry of Thingumjig.
It followed him where’er he went;
He did n’t dare his rage to vent.
Suppose it were a compliment?
His anger then would only show
Here was a word he did not know!