No longer he cries "Wurra Wurra!"
At sight of an officer's sword;
MacDonald, the terror of tigers,
Sits silent and meek as a mouse,
And the great von Keirhardi is curiously tardy
In "voicing" his spleen in the House.
The screeds of professors and jurists
Have quite disappeared from the Press;
'Tis little we hear of Futurists,
And frankly we care even less;