But most I compliment, with thanks profuse,
The touch that gives your feasts their crowning savour,
Whose absence must have marred the duckling mousse,
Ruined the neige au Kirsch, and soured the flavour
Of Madame Melba's peaches—
I mean the pledge upon my card, "No Speeches."
There's only one I like, and that's "The King"!
(I give the text in full—no superfluities);
Why should I have to hear some dodderer sing
Praise of the Government (whichever crew it is),