The Humourous Poetry of the English Language

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And much his subjects were enchanted,
As well all Lamas' subjects may be,
And would have given their heads, if wanted,
To make tee-totums for the baby
As he was there by Eight Divine
(What lawyers call Jure Divino
Meaning a right to yours and mine,
And everybody's goods and rhino)--
Of course his faithful subjects' purses
Were ready with their aids and succors--
Nothing was seen but pension'd nurses,
And the land groan'd with bibs and tuckers.
Oh! had there been a Hume or Bennet
Then sitting in the Thibet Senate,
Ye gods, what room for long debates
Upon the Nursery Estimates!
What cutting down of swaddling-clothes
And pin-a-fores, in nightly battles!
What calls for papers to expose
The waste of sugar-plums and rattles?
But no--if Thibet NAD M.P.s,
They were far better bred than these,
Nor gave the slightest opposition,
During the Monarch's whole dentition.
But short this calm; for, just when he
Had reach'd the alarming age of three,
When royal natures--and, no doubt
Those of ALL noble beasts--break out,
The Lama, who till then was quiet,
Show'd symptoms of a taste for riot;
And, ripe for mischief, early, late,
Without regard for Church or State,
Made free with whosoe'er came nigh--
Tweak'd the Lord Chancellor by the nose,
Turn'd all the Judges' wigs awry,
And trod on the old General's toes--
Pelted the Bishops with hot buns,
Rode cock-horse on the city maces,