A champion we have—is his pose not sublime?—
And so let us help him—to fail were a crime—
To give the Fire Demon his gruel.
Fierce tyrant is Fire, and his foes are too few
For a Fiend so alert and so furious,
Would London be safe, gallant Shaw and his crew
She must manfully back, and she'll find it won't do
In this instance to be too penurious.