And, blood-red presager of doom,
Half a tomato hissed across the room.
And angry "Pshaws" and long "Tut-tuts"
Proceeded from that concourse dense,
And "Nuts," they wailed, "we want more nuts—
More nuts at less expense!"
Till Mr. Ambrose Kilo came
And hushed the berserk banqueters to shame.
"Heroes," he cried, with lifted hand,
"And comrades of the meatless life,