From Birmingham came he,
And eye-glass, orchid, monogram
All showed ’twas Joseph C——.
J. C.’d a perky, well-pleased air,
His “frock” was buttoned tight,
The glance that through his eye-glass shot
Was jubilant and bright,
“Ah,” said the G. O. M. to him,
“Your face I surely know.
Methinks you hie from Birmingham.