When all night long a chap remains <br />On sentry-go, to chase monotony <br />He exercises of his brains, <br />That is, assuming that he's got any. <br />Though never nurtured in the lap <br />Of luxury, yet I admonish you, <br />I am an intellectual chap, <br />And think of things that would astonish you. <br />I often think it's comical <br />How Nature always does contrive <br />That every boy and every gal, <br />That's born into the world alive, <br />Is either a little Liberal, <br />Or else a little Conservative! <br />Fal lal la! <br /> <br />When in that house M.P.'s divide, <br />If they've a brain and cerebellum, too, <br />They've got to leave that brain outside, <br />And vote just as their leaders tell 'em to. <br />But then the prospect of a lot <br />Of statesmen, all in close proximity, <br />A-thinking for themselves, is what <br />No man can face with equanimity. <br />Then let's rejoice with loud Fal lal <br />That Nature wisely does contrive <br />That every boy and every gal, <br />That's born into the world alive, <br />Is either a little Liberal, <br />Or else a little Conservative! <br />Fal lal la!<br /><br />William Schwenck Gilbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-contemplative-sentry/
