And seems doing a prosperous trade, which to stop
Demands more than mere law's hanky-panky.
Poor Law's tangled up in long coils of Red Tape,
She's the butt for each Jeremy Diddler's coarse jape,
Every filthy Paul Pry's ghoulish giggle.
John Bull, my fine fellow, wake up, and determine
To stamp out the lives of the venomous vermin
Who round your home-hearth writhe and wriggle.
'Ware Snakes! No, Punch begs the ophidian's pardon!
The slimiest slug in the filthiest garden