The Fat-Man Politician July 27, 1895.

*THE WORKER*

BRISBANE, JULY 27, 1895.

The Fat-Man Politician.

Pray give me your attention,

I'm the leader of the van,

Of the people you might mention,

Who befriend the working man.

As a friend and an example,

I think you will allow

I'm a really saintly sample,

And my wings are sprouting now!

I provided him education,

I find him food and clothes,

I give him legislation,

I protect him from his foes.

I find him with employment,

I mitigate his pains,

With pleasure and enjoyment,

And I almost find him brains.

For I tell him whom to follow,

What to think and whom to quote;

I teach him when to holloa,

And I tell him how to vote.

I smile upon him sweetly,

He is such a simple sheep;

So I do him very neatly,

And I do him very cheap.

When the demagogue uprises,

With his Socialistic pranks,

Saying I get all the prizes,

While my friend gets all the blanks;

I pretend to be disgusted,

And I answer with a sneer,

“By the workmen I am trusted!”

And the workmen say “Hear! hear!”

So the Socialist may chatter,

But it's not a bit of use;

While the working man I flatter,

I may pluck him like a goose.

                                                                                M. B. in the Clarion.