Mr. Heinemann isn’t a man to bungle;

He’s published a book which is called “The Jungle.”

It’s written by Upton Sinclair, who

Appears to have heard a thing or two

About Chicago and what men do

Who live in that city—a loathsome crew.

It’s there that the stockyards reek with blood,

And the poor man dies, as he lives, in mud;

The Trusts are wealthy beyond compare,

And the bosses are all triumphant there,