Classic Poem

From Salisbury Church to Wilton House, so grand,
Return'd the mighty Ruler of the Land.
" My Lord, you've got fine Statues," said the King. —
" A Few, beneath your Royal notice, Sir."
Replied Lord Pembroke. — " Stir, my Lord, stir, stir;
Let's see them all, all, all, all, every thing.

" Who's this? who's this? who's this fine fellow here?" —
" Sesostris," bowing low, replied the Peer. —
" Sir Sostris , hey? Sir Sostris? 'pon my word!
Knight or a Baronet, my Lord?
One of my making? what, my lord? my making? " —
This, with a vengeance, was mistaking!

" Se sostris, Sire," so soft , the Peer replied;
" A famous King of Egypt, Sir, of old." —
" Poh, poh!" th'instructed Monarch snappish cried,
" I need not that , I need not that , be told.

" Pray, pray, my Lord, who's that big fellow there?" —
" 'Tis Hercules," replies the shrinking Peer. —
" Strong fellow, hey, my Lord? strong fellow, hey?
Clean'd stables; crack'd a Lion like a Flea;
Kill'd Snakes, great Snakes, that in a cradle found him. —
The Queen, Queen's coming: wrap an apron round him."