A man stood up and called out Foul!
And called out Foul! with an angry frown;
Then made for the gate with a sudden howl,
While the mob with bricks tried to knock him down.
For men will fight and boys will jeer,
And luck is best when the gate is near,
To escape from the crowd and its groaning.
A doctor was working the best he knew how.
The best he knew how, as the sun went down,
He thought as he plastered the broken brow