That there's the King of Egypt what lodges at Mivart's!"
"That Ibr'im!" cries the Lessee, "then t'other's all a Flam,
But I'll bow in the Real One if you'll kick out the Sham;"
"I will! I will!" shouts Higgins, then with a small Array
Of gallant young Policemen he hurries to the Fray.
Young Smivens knock'd down Higgins into the gutter—smack!
O'Driscoll sent C 30 Whap! right upon his Back;
At two more of "the Body" Smith gave a potent Thrust,
And then C 6 and 7 lay groaning in the Dust.
But they've sent for more Policemen to come and keep the Peace,