I was thundering through undergrowth
Escaping from my suit
When I heard the sound of the barking hounds
Of the Women's Institute
I told them I was King Canute, and
My brush was fiery red
But waves of peers with horns and sneers
Were peppering me with lead
They delivered me to the river Thames
Where I made a sudden break
But a shaven cur took me by the fur
And the bridge began to shake . . .
