But the day that day succeeded its excitement superseded
When the Board Schools all was weeded of their flower an’ their pick;
An’ the title Levy Lawson long had hoped to get his claws on,
Hung convanient widin’ reachin’ of the handle of his stick!
Sure the work was warm an’ tirin’, and the taychers all perspirin’,
Into buns some children wirin’, while the dhrinks went round about,
Bands and banners wildly clashin’, Jubilee mementos smashin’,
Punches squeakin’, airballs squashin’, was there ever such a rout!
But at last the fait was over, guardian angels ceased to hover,
Pickpockets retired in clover, and the cats began to roam,