And some said with leers and with nudges and shrugs
That, they mentioned no names, but it hit certain Glugs.
And others remarked, with superior smiles.
While dividing the metrical feet into miles.
That the thing seemed quite simple, without any doubt,
But the anagrams in it would need thinking out.
But the Mayor said. Hush! And he wished to explain
That in leading this Movement he'd nothing to gain.
He was ready to lead, since they trusted him so;
And, wherever he led he was sure Glugs would go.
And he thanked them again, and craved peace for a time,
While this gifted young man read his third and last rhyme.
THE LAST RHYME OF SYM
(To sing you a song and a sensible song is a worthy and excellent thing:
But how could I sing you that sort of a song, if there's never a song to sing?)
