Long Live Count Luie! When the tide shall turn
Our grateful hearts will hasten his reward.

COUNT LUIE: (_assuming a pose of great dignity_):
Thanks, noble friends, my heart with gratitude
Doth well, like gutter after April show'r.

_(Aside)_

_It's like taking candy from the baby._

ALL JOIN IN SINGING:

_"THE POLITICO'S ODE"_

_(To the tune that the Old Cow died on)_

_Count Luie hums the air an octave lower with a self-satisfied
smile, thinking he is singing bass:_

I.

We Filipinos are a noble race,
With aspirations soaring to the sky;
The love of country glows on every face,
And philanthropic love from every eye.
The life God gave, we know how to enjoy;
If left alone, 'twere bliss without alloy,
But these _Americanos_ come along
And try to make us think that right is wrong:

II.

They say we ought to toil from morn till night,
And seem to think fiestas are all wrong;
They kick because we let our roosters fight.
And make Work! Work!! the burden of their song.
But why should we be toiling,
What need our hands of soiling,
While plenteous fruits are growing;
With bounteous Nature flowing?

III.

Taft says we are artistic, which is true;
We see no need of everlasting toil,
Our minds have higher things always in view
Than delving in the black and dirty soil.
To be assemblymen is our desire,
Or, failing that, we want some office high'r.
That's why we want th' _Americano_ band
Hustled, forthwith, from out our suff'ring land:

IV.

We want America to guard our state,
Because we couldn't do it all alone;
We want the offices at any rate
We'll eat the meat and let them pick the bone
While they are us defending;
With chicken fights unending
We'll pass our days in pleasure;
We'll drink from joy's full measure.

[Illustration]

A DEMOCRATIC WAKE.

Dramatis Personae

_Count Lui