The eyelid twitch, the knees’ incline,
Beware the Baigent network, spun
For gallant Ballantine.”
He took his ton-weight brief in hand,
Long time the hidden clue he sought,
Then rested he by the Hawkins tree,
And sat awhile in thought.
And as in toughish thought he rocks,
The Waggawock, sans truth or shame
Came lumbering to the witness box,