We'll give you your certificate, and if you want it signed,
Come back and have a fling at us whenever you're inclined!
You harrowed us with murder and with blood;
You dipped us deep in Simla's petty guile;
Yet we have found ourselves misunderstood
When we served you a sensation in our style;
And though you saw some grewsome pictures through
The Windy City's magnifying lens,
Yet we took it just a little hard of you,
A-objecting to the slaughter of our pens!