In her enterprising movements,
She is England, with improvements,
Which we dutifully offer to our mother-land!
Our peerage we’ve remodelled on an intellectual basis,
Which certainly is rough on our hereditary races.
(They are going to remodel it in England.)
The brewers and the cotton lords no longer seek admission,
And literary merit meets with proper recognition—
(As literary merit does in England!)
Who knows but we may count among our intellectual chickens