As the shrimps on the foreshore of Gravesend-on-Sea.
Thick as leaves of the Forest, when Epping is green,
Had the jokes and the jeers of the “comics” been seen;
Thick as leaves in the Park when the season has flown
Had the jibes of the critics been ruthlessly thrown.
For the chosen Committee an effort had made,
And put up a Duke on the Horse Guards Parade;
But one sight of this model more ludicrous still,
Made those who passed by feel dejected and ill.
For there stood the steed with his nostril all wide,