If I were a Member of Parliament[*]
On a most inadequate stipend,
Up in an attic and worn and spent
And wondering how to pay my rent,
And sucking an old clay pipe end,
I'd write to Bonar and Mr. George,
Or the party Whips that ran 'em,
"Unless you want me to steal or forge
You must make those Treasury blokes disgorge
A thousand at least per annum.