As for failure, they forswear it,
So they say—so they say,
And prosperity they’ll “square” it,
Some fine day—some fine day.
When the voter they would “sell” him—
Not too “fly”—not too “fly”—
“The Millennium’s,” they tell him
“By-and-bye—by-and-bye!”
So each newly-joined aspirant
To their clan—to their clan—