And the news of the evening, as you will see,
Is that the Commons will not agree.”
Then the Marquis Bobby jumped up in haste,
And he muttered a something that sounded like “baste.”
And something resembling “bate ’em;”
He felt that the fun wasn’t yet quite done,
Though he’d issued his “ultimatum.”
“Enough—call it done, my son of a gun—
I’ll show ’em a game ere with me they’ve done: