POETRY.

Globe, Volume XXI, Issue 1663, 19 June 1879, Page 3

POETRY.

THE CIVIC OBADIAHS. Said the young Borough Council To the old City Council, " Now spare us your William, now come do." Said the old City Council To the young Borough Council, *• Without him, Borough Council, we'd] feel blue, For his eloquence expansive and his cheery style of dress Warm the cockles of our heart strings wo are free to confess, Minus him our council chamber would be a wilderness. We can't spare our sweet William e'en to you." Said the young Borough Council To the old City Council, "Without him, City Council, we feel slow." Said the old City Courcil To the young Borough Council, "We should cut our civic throats should he go, For he talk a on every motion, and he bullies the chair, He allows no vulgar winking, he jaws and saws the air, For guaranteeing bridges and such trifles he's ' all there.' ~ You don't know his real value, you don't know." Said the young Borough Council To the old City Council, "Think again, City Council,jdon't say nay." Said the old City Council To tho young Borough Council, "God bless you, Borough Council, have your way. On one condition only will we let our treasure go, That when he's fast in Sydenham you'll take care to keep him so. On this condition only we'll consent to let him go. Now take him Borough Council, take him, pray"