Landed Gentry

1.

Our inbred F[ootlinski].O[khrana]. families

     Produce their pullulating legions;

Red-tape-worms in bled-White Hall tease

     Lapland's anaemic nether regions.

Bridge, polo, cricket, pansy piety,

     Tart-and-great-lady so-society,

Dumb devotees of Dividends—

     Ah! "who will save us from our friends",

Our inbred F.O. families?

2.

Bald ovoid soft-boiled addled Bimps,

     Brass-hatted hero Humpty Dumpties,

Cathedral choughs and Palace pimps,

     Burst-big-drum battling Rumty-Tumpties,

U-boats and tanks and Messerschmitts

Are dam-bad-form-Sir to the wits

     That stop with Agincourt and Ramillies!

     God bless our inbred F.O. families!

3.

The Bolshic is a godless cad;

     What we want is devout servility;

Maybe the Junker is the lad

     To ;leave us still our old nobility'.

Maybe—I trust we shall not live

To see the black alternative—

     To see the men of Lapland rise

     And strangle in their Old-School Ties

     Our inbred F.C. families.

CHORUS.

     Pontiffs in high places

Ravens of rapacity,

Vultures of voracity,

Sparrows of salacity,

Parrots of loquacity,

     With intestinal statis,

How you hate sagacity,

     Audacity,

     Vivacity,

How you fear pugnacity,

Baffle pertinacity,

Punish perspicacity,

You Imps of Incapacity!