If you’re dissatisfied with that,
Our all-efficient verbum sat
Will presto raise almighty mobs,
Inured to cruel dirty jobs.
Those LL. D.s’ of Lynch’s law[17]
Don’t value dignity a straw,
Will thump your worships into chowder
To save expense of ropes and powder.
Those ne plus ultras of atrocity,
By blind and tiger-like ferocity