Father Time. It looks as though mischief were brewing.
Saturn. Sort of parody of the old fight, which was splendid at least, if tremendous,
'Twixt Jove and the Titans of old. That colossus, gold-armoured, stupendous,
Perched high on the "Privilege" ramparts, and bastioned by big bags of bullion,
Is "Capital"; he's the new Jove, and each Titan would treat as his scullion,
But look at the huge Hundred-Handed One, armed with the scythe and the sickle,
The hammer, the spade, and the pick!
Father Time. Things appear in no end of a pickle!
Saturn. Precisely! That's Labour-Briareus; backed up by "Bad Temper" and "Blunder,"
And egged on by "Spout" (with a Fog-Horn); he's "going for" him of the Thunder,