Funniest job we have to do,
Is to "save" such scamps as you.
"Down with Everything!" Spout on!
I, who stand for Law, stand by.
You may want me ere you've done.
Somethink in that workman's eye,
And the clenching of his fist,
Ought to put you on the twist.
Think you're fetching of 'em fine
With your tommy-rotten patter?