There are lines that pay, yet don’t exist.
Egad! I’m quite the philanthropist
Of the Grand Promotion Army.
As all my friends and admirers know,
I’ve mixed myself up with Whitley’s show,
That the organ-grinder’s tin might flow
To the Grand Promotion Army.
Although I am bald, with whiskers red,
There’s Ouless, R.A., who paints one, said
He thought I had a wonderful head