They'd have, alas! to stand on.
The very cap they're doomed to wear,
Has cruel mockery in it;
Type of a luxury so rare
They ne'er can hope to win it.
'Twas mockery on those heads which placed
The emblem of the muffin;
A treat they can't expect to taste—
Those boys all born to nuffin.
Not Tantalus, who strove in vain