A democrat below the salt,
His title leaves him under false colors,
He has abundant ‘tender mercies’,
Breaks a butterfly on the wheel,
Knowingly he plants a thorn in the breast,
Puts his talent in a napkin,
He does not think small beer of himself,
He is one of the clerks of work in my motherland,
Let him compare notes for to err is human, to forgive divine,
He can snatch a verdict, be designing,
But the truth will out at some point,
Let him shake the whole country with all machineries,
But not shake off as dewdrops from a lion’s mane,
Never run away with the notion,
Nor fly in the face of facts,
We might be unknown to fame and him known,
But when the plot thickens who is the chicken?
Forebear! Let the devil take the hindmost,
Sir in high quarters, recur to the mind,
Second thoughts are the best to a practical joke,
Especially when you laugh on the wrong side of the mouth,
To us you are a skeleton in the closet,
An ill wind that blows us no good.
His title leaves him under false colors,
He has abundant ‘tender mercies’,
Breaks a butterfly on the wheel,
Knowingly he plants a thorn in the breast,
Puts his talent in a napkin,
He does not think small beer of himself,
He is one of the clerks of work in my motherland,
Let him compare notes for to err is human, to forgive divine,
He can snatch a verdict, be designing,
But the truth will out at some point,
Let him shake the whole country with all machineries,
But not shake off as dewdrops from a lion’s mane,
Never run away with the notion,
Nor fly in the face of facts,
We might be unknown to fame and him known,
But when the plot thickens who is the chicken?
Forebear! Let the devil take the hindmost,
Sir in high quarters, recur to the mind,
Second thoughts are the best to a practical joke,
Especially when you laugh on the wrong side of the mouth,
To us you are a skeleton in the closet,
An ill wind that blows us no good.
