'Tis he illumes the nubibustic West
With the true "Light of Asia"—or, at least,
Such simulacrum of the effulgent East
As shineth from a homemade Chinese lantern.
No HAFIZ he, or SAADI, yet he can turn
Authentic Sanscrit to—Telegraphese,
And make the Muse a moon-faced Japanese.
Leaderesque love of gentle gush and "Caps.,"
Is blent in him with fondness for the Japs.
"Wah! wah! futtee!—wah! wah, gooroo!" he cried,