Running it all the year round at a loss—for us!
Look at 'em there, each on his chair,
Wobbly, perspiring and weary o' waiting!
Might have been done, every one,
But for Balfourian procrastinating.
Rum-looking lot! Don't they seem hot?
Little "Evicted," young "Equalisation."
Quite in a stew. The other two,—
Well, 'tis complete discumboblification!
Must make my choice! Waiting my voice!