Well, the plenitude of politicians in our native land
Is a matter frequently remarked upon;
But, assuming you're intelligent, the cause you'll understand
If you've followed me as far as I have gone.
Let us make the fraction lib'ral : if we'll say,
Of a "statesman's" day is ours, 'tis plain to see
That it takes just twenty "statesmen" to put in one working day
For the country. (Still more Euclid)—Q.E.D.
I commend your patience, brother, if you've followed me thus far ;
And, in metaphor, I pat you on the back.
Let me add, in peroration, that T. Trimmer, M.H.R.
Is quite typical of any Party hack.
Then perhaps you'll do some thinking when you hear a wordy storm
Of objection from the "solid Party man,"
When the theme's Elected Ministries and similar reform :
"You can never, never change the Party Plan!"
For, when Bill, the pick and shovel man, or Archibald, the clerk,
Sells his labour for a week at sixty bob,
Then he doesn't waste his boss's time and money like a nark
In attempts to do the foreman for his job.
This industrial arrangement—so much work for so much pay—
Seems to suit the ordinary working man;
And we've yet to see the office or the workshop of to-day
Working smoothly on the "Good Old Party Plan."
