Deaf, blind to all pleas sense or feeling can urge,
Till King Pest, with his fierce, indiscriminate scourge,
Sallies forth from the loathsome, the horrible lair,
That himself and his imps with our pariahs share.
Then, who so affrighted, so helpless as he,
King Log, brainless Bumble? Ah! when shall we see
Some stout modern ghoul-slaying Champion come
To teach our poor outcasts the meaning of Home?
Home, Home, Sweet, Sweet Home!
As ruled by King Bumble, a sweet place is Home!