And the same if we state
That some of our non-coms, are denser.
And yet this same rigid old censor
(Whose business must now be immense, sir)
Will let it go through—
Tho’ he knows it’s not true—
If we tell her our love grows intenser!
But though mostly this rigid old censor
Is a far stiffer bar than a fence, sir,
Yet he let down the rails