There's something that I fear ought to be said,
Which may—which will arouse your indignation;
For you may not be happy when it's more than hinted
Your news is such that we can't read it when it's printed.
Yet I would have you fully understand
The real reason why I choose to quarrel
With what you print—your columns are not banned
Because their contents are at all immoral
Yet if there is a scandal, though a small amount of it,
You sometimes soil your pages with a long account of it.