I'm bumptious Minority--cocky Minority
(Though I can hardly tell why),
My work is to worry poor weary Majority,
Giving him one in the eye.
On Board or on Council I swagger and bounce 'll,
And badger 'em out of their lives.
I claim all the graces, and all the best places;
Thus cocky Minority thrives!
Majorities little of claim have no tittle
To getting _their_ own wicked way;
But cocky Minority has such authority,
_His_ should be absolute sway.
If things are at evens at--well, say St. Stephen's,
Spring Gardens, wherever you like,
Tis a mere deadlock (like New Woman wedlock),
And against Progress we strike.
If a Majority (small) claims authority
To make the tiniest move,
Then to prevent it, obstruct, circumvent it,
Must be my labour of love.
But a Minority's superiority
Is just as clear as the day.
Majorities (small) have one duty, that's all,
'Tis--_to let the Minority sway!_
Then yield to Minority--cocky Minority,
On Boards or of Council or School!
Hooray for Minority--bumptious Minority!
Come--let Minority rule!
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