The Queen an abdicator,
He made the Chanc’llor his cashier,
And dubbed himself Dictator;
Thought he, if Dilke or Chamberlain,
Or Bright can turn “Court flunkey,”
There’s something in’t,—but hopelessness
Of winning made him funky.
Bow—ow—ow.
He gave himself the Church’s spoils,
Crown lands to the Residuum,