Ballade de l'Evolution Creatrice
STRANGE beasts have died : the mastodon,
The minotaur, the hippogriff, And Argus also, and that swan Who doffed his godhead in a jiff : Time even gave a final biff To Herbert Spencer, and he's dead, But (and I hope you catch my driff) We still retain Lord Dunderhead.
And all the pride of Solomon Time scattered in a single whiff, And long ago the sunrise shone On Shelley and his broken skiff, And Sappho, tortured by a tiff, Found an unquiet, quiet, bed Beneath that white Leucadian We still retain Lord Dunderhead.
The heroes and the saints are gone, By Nelson's tomb the vergers sniff, Great Arthur sleeps in Avalon, And Memnon is a hieroglyph ; Caesar is dust, and Charles the Fiff And Helen with her lovely head : But, still, it really makes no diff We still retain Lord Dunderhead.
Envoi.
[To a Labour Leader in Office] Prince, I suspect ir bore you stiff : But after all the things you've said, You cannot be indifferent if We still retain Lord Dunderhead.
J. C. SQUIRE.
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