He's awfully wide in the jaw, for a wag,
But I'll tie up the would-be dictator—dictator!
They're out without muzzles, the whole noisy pack,
(I wish some sharp Bobby would run 'em in—run 'em in,)
But I'll be prepared for them when they come back.
The fight for free jaw I have done 'em in—done 'em in.
Good gracious! One's duty to Country and Queen
Cannot be well done, as all know, by a—know, by a
Man amidst yelpings of furious spleen,
Suggestive of sheer hydrophobia—phobia!