What a terrible life I am leading;
For my faults blazoned get in the Pall Mall Gazette,
While they mock at my manners and breeding.
To give me a place was exceedingly nice,
But I fear I shall cost you a terrible price.
Each day when I rise, lo, another surprise
I feel will o’erwhelm me with wonder;
If I walk through the street, I am certain to meet
With placards denouncing some blunder;
The position I’ve got is uncomfort’bly hot,