for Stink!
Doctor DUDFIELD thinks WE should inspeck, periodical, all privit dwellings,
Discover and show up defecks, sech as fumings and leakings, and smellings,
As "lurk unsuspected about," which the tenants theirselves do not twig,
And the landlords, in course, don't remove. Well, your tenant is mostly a
pig,
And your landlord is sometimes a 'og; still between 'em _we_ jest slip
along,
But do dooty for both of 'em? Snakes! that is coming it slightly _too_
strong.
The tenants 'old on jest as long as they can, and the landlords 'old orf.
A sort of a ketchy sore-throat, or a bit of a qualm or a korf,
Make some idjots go fair orf their chumps on diphtheria, and typhod and
such;
But then others, who don't like a hupset, put up with the lot, pooty much,
Jest to save topsy-turvey and 'oles in the garden, and mud on the stairs;
Landlords, likeways, is dabs at postponing, and patching, and 'ushing up
scares.
But if _we_ are to spot wot goes quisby, and be the responsible chaps,
Wheugh! we _should_ 'ave a regular beanfeast with sockets and air-pipes
and traps!
No, no, westry worrying sneaks, it won't work. As for "W.B.E."
He may frighten the Kensington lot, he won't 'ave no effeck upon Me!
Diphtheria be jolly well dashed! It is often, as DUDFIELD explains,
Mere "follicular(--hem!--) tonsillitis." _Me_ bother my 'ed about Drains?
Go to! I 'ave got other fish, in a manner of speaking, to fry,
That L.C.C. gave itself airs and declared it would wipe my old heye
With its bloomin' Big Pots and "Progressives." Aha! where the doose are
they now?
Mister ROSEBERY resigned, regular sick of bad manners and endless bow-wow;
Now LIBBOCK and FARRER are orf. FARRER gave the _Times_ one in the eye,
'Cos it seemed for to 'int even he of them precious Progressives wos shy.
Swears their manners is quite up to dick, most consid'rit, and all that
there stuff.
Well they may 'ave been Brummels of course, but _he seems to 'ave 'ad
quite enough!_
'Owsomever, wotever the cause, now they're quit of the Great Toffy Three,
They must 'ave a new Chairman, in course, and--ha! ha!--_wot_ a hopening
for Me!!
Porochial Bumble _must_ rule, spite of fads, in a steady and sane age,
And 'aving a heye on High Orfice _I_ can't waste _my_ time on mere
Drainage!

[_Kicks Report, and strikes an attitude._

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