On Gee-o-Emius rushed;
Cardenus, who, neath cab or ’bus
So frequently is crushed;
And Gee-O-Emius met his dash
With a compelling frown,
Then, with a force like Pickford’s van,
Bore his assailant down.
’Twas Firthius smote down Luskus,
Statistics laid him low;
And to Cottoniensis’ heart