And he thought of the thousands pining for food,
And the Devil himself was almost in the mood
To feel a sensation of pity.
He called at the Mansion House, saw the Lord Mayor,
“Permit me to wish you good day, sir.
The City and I have been excellent friends,
But if all comes about that our Ritchie intends,
The last of Lord Mayors is Decay-sir.”
To the Houses of Parliament next he went,
But to stay he was quite unable,