"A belted earldom's far beyond
My poor deserts: it must be Mond.
He's so distinguished, such a stunner
In every sort of way," says Brunner.
"As a thorough-going democrat
I always travel steerage;
I'd sooner eat my Sunday hat
Than take a nasty Peerage;
Such sops the snobbish crowd may soothe,
But not yours truly, Handel Booth."