. Clara In Blunderland. said— Now, whafs your little game ? The time has come* the Walrus said, To talk like Mother Gamps, Of pubs, and pumps, and Chamberlain, Of Concentration Camps, And how our military men Are murderers and scamps? Digitized by Google 57 But half a mo ! the Voters said, This talk may go too far, For some of us have friends, and some Have children at the War! The Carpenter, he cleared his throat, We blame the offisar ! The Upper Class the Walrus said, Is what we must attack,The Private is a moral man,We knife the Generals back,Now if you!re ready, Voters dear
. Clara In Blunderland. said— Now, whafs your little game ? The time has come* the Walrus said, To talk like Mother Gamps, Of pubs, and pumps, and Chamberlain, Of Concentration Camps, And how our military men Are murderers and scamps? Digitized by Google 57 But half a mo ! the Voters said, This talk may go too far, For some of us have friends, and some Have children at the War! The Carpenter, he cleared his throat, We blame the offisar ! The Upper Class the Walrus said, Is what we must attack,The Private is a moral man,We knife the Generals back,Now if you!re ready, Voters dear,We can begin to hack. But how is this ? the Voters cried, Turning a little white, This wont increase a daily wage And help a bloke get tight! The end is pure, the Walrus said, Did you admire John Bright ? Yours is the power to turn the scale, Yours is the hand we lick!* The Carpenter said nothing but, Give Joe another brick. I wish you wouldnt wander so, Its him weve got to stick! Digitized by Google It seems a shame the Walrus said, To let our programme go,Might we not give Home Rule a turn,Or bring the High Church low ? The Carpenter said nothing but, Dash it, get on to Joe ! / weep for him the Walrus said, All strife I deprecate, With studious care he sorted out Words of infernal hate, Hurling with might at Josephs head The fishiest Billingsgate. Digitized by Google CRUMPTY-BUMPTY. 59 O Voters ! cried the Carpenter, When all is said and done, Shall we not turn the Tories out ? — But answers came there none. And this was scarcely odd; they had Disgusted everyone ! Theyre nasty, horrid, things, but I donthate the Walrus as much as the Carpenter, hewasnt quite so spiteful, said Clara. No! but he was more blood-thirsty, saidCrumpty-Bumpty. Then I like the Carpenter best. Ah ! but he was as blood-thirsty as he darebe. Well, then I hate them both, said me something about the others. Imsure you must have some nice colleagues some-where. No end of th
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