“MAN, n. An animal so lost in rapturous contemplation of what he thinks he is as to overlook what he indubitably ought to be. His chief occupation is extermination of other animals and his own species, which, however, multiplies with such insistent rapidity as to infest the whole habitable earh and Canada.

When the world was young and Man was new, And everything was pleasant, Distinctions Nature never drew
'Mongst kings and priest and peasant. We're not that way at present, Save here in this Republic, where We have that old regime, For all are kings, however bare Their backs, howe'er extreme Their hunger. And, indeed, each has a voice To accept the tyrant of his party's choice.

A citizen who would not vote, And, therefore, was detested, Was one day with a tarry coat
(With feathers backed and breasted) By patriots invested.
"It is your duty," cried the crowd,
"Your ballot true to cast For the man o' your choice." He humbly bowed, And explained his wicked past:
"That's what I very gladly would have done, Dear patriots, but he has never run." --Apperton Duke”