Come, gather round me, ratepayers,
So full of fun and glee;
New Bumble's going to play the fool
To please the L. C. C.
They swear that he is able
Improvements for to plan;
I love to hear Progressives say,
"Hush! The New Vestryman!"
_Chorus._
_Slush! Slush!! Slush!!!_
_Where is_ the Vestryman?
Are broom and shovel ready?
What _is_ his brand new plan?
Oh, Slush! Slush! Slush!--
The footways never ran
With a worse slithery slippery slop,
'Neath the Old Vestryman.
When I sit down, impromptu,
All in a soft snow-pie;
Or slide a yard, then come down hard,
I groan, and wonder why.
I blow my blue numb fingers,
I watch a fast-stuck van;
Reform, I cry, seems all my eye.
Where _is_ that Vestryman?
_Chorus._
_Slush! Slush!! Slush!!!_
Why _is_ this, Vestryman?
Is this the outcome shady
Of the Progressive plan?
Oh, Slush! Slush! Slush!
No gravel, sand, or tan!
All slip and slop. I'd like to _whop_
That blessed Vestryman!!!
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[Illustration: GRADATION.
_Clerk_ (_to Curate_). "I'M TERRIBLE SORRY, ZUR, THAT YOU BE AGWAÏNE
TO LAVE US. WE'VE CHANGED EVER ZO MANY TIMES SINCE PASSEN GREEN DIED,
_AND ALWAYS FOR THE WUSS_!"]
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