We roar and yell and skip,
And trust our brass may muster pass
Somehow for Statesmanship!
If you should think our posturings our Party but degrade,
Reflect, “Our Party’s” but ourselves, and we’re all ready made:
Tact, reason, judgment to their work, wise politicians bring,
But when the Grand Old Man’s the butt—why, fools can have their fling.
So, we gibe at him like this, we snap at him like that;
We yawn and laugh; sometimes we chaff, or contradict him flat;
And, if he make a slip,