Meanwhile, I say, why not deploy and storm
The sacred trenches of the Zoo-subscriber?
The hour, the place invite. While here we stake
Our country's weal on nugatory follies,
What are these screams of insolence that wake
The bosky silence with perpetual volleys?
Give us the word to charge and let us take
Yon outpost of the Eagles with our brollies.
Evoe.