Was a swelling, swaggering Bogey, its arms waving in the wind.
Look ye there!
One said it was a Bogey, but another he said, “Nay;
It’s our dear old Jingo-Fi-Fo-Fum, not yet quite past away.”
Look ye there!
They spouted and they flouted, and the next thing they did find
Was a Bull who browsed at leisure, and seemed easy in his mind.
Look ye there!
One said ’twas brave John Bull himself, another he said “Nay;
It’s just a Boer-whipt Jackass, without even pluck to bray.”