We have him by the hip!
By Jove, our brass, though not high-class,
Is all our Statesmanship.
It isn’t that we really mean to irritate the Chair,
Or worry old Sir Stafford till he’s fit to tear his hair,
Nor o’er our friends do we desire our party mud to fling,
But when the Grand Old Man gets up—we’re up to anything!
So, we gibe at him like this, we snap at him like that,
We yawn, we laugh; sometimes we chaff, or contradict him flat;
And, if he make a slip,