Of Cleveland's spirit whilst in knickers,
And Cox while yet a puling babe
Dreamed tiny dreams of Lincoln (Abe);
And both, although they knew they'd catch it,
Cut fruit-trees with a little hatchet;
Both may have been, when glorious youths,
Too proud to fight or tell untruths.
I cannot say. I know they wrangle
On points I dare not disentangle,
That one of them's a Democrat