You're doomed by hydropathic laws
To be packed in cold water rags;
Rolled up on bed or on floor,
Or sweated to death in a chair;
But my chairman's rank—my shadow I'd thank
For taking my place in there.
"Slop, slop, slop,
Never a moment of time;
Slop, slop, slop,
Slackened like mason's lime.