All the eyes of the chairman are looking aghast!
And his hair's standing up, with a kind of a dread,
On exactly the place where it should stand—his head;
And the officers round him first wink and then nod,
As much as to say, How exceedingly odd!
Perhaps they may think him absurd or uncivil;
Well a gentleman may be who looks on a devil!
A bandy-shanked, big-bellied, black-bottle imp,
With the legs of a spider, the arms of a shrimp,
And a couple of feet, with remarkable toes,