Labby and his Babby.
Of all the would-be witty Rads
There’s none like clowning Labby;
He is the Mother Gamp of fads
And farms the Home Rule Babby.
Not even Lawson, of the Pump,
Whose jokelets all are flabby,
When on the water-swilling stump,
Is in the hunt with Labby.
In fine old Saxon flowers of speech,