I'll make 'em sit up, though, the L.S.D. Harriers!
I love 'em, each supple-shanked lad,
'Most as much as—Statistics. To trudge it
For them makes my bosom as glad
As—Big Surplus, and Popular Budget;
And so I should like to secure them a run,
Combining snug safety with plenty of fun.
I don't wont to lessen their speed,
I don't want to hamper their daring;
But rashness won't always succeed—