And Caprivi its bearings doth understand.
But the man at the Counter of John Bull's Stores,
The drift of the doctrine seems hardly to grasp;
So his Teuton customer collars and scores.
He's stolid and 'cute, or he'd stare and gasp
To see the possessions of Mr. John B.
"Given away with a Pound of Tea!"
Pays for 'em? Humph! With a Zanzibar cheque;
Like a "Bank of Elegance" counterfeit note,
Or a draft on oneself; worth a penny a peck.