Page:The Glugs of Gosh (C. J. Dennis, 1917).djvu/122

And, as they wakened from their daze,
Their murmurs grew to shouts of praise.
Glugs who'd reviled him overnight
All in a moment saw the light.
"O learned man! O seer" cried they. . . .
And education won the day.

Then, quickly to Sir Stodge's side
There bounded, in a single stride.
His Nibs of Quog; and flinging wide
His arms, "0 victory!" he cried.
"I'm with Sir Stodge, O Glugs of Gosh!
And we have won! Long live King Splosh!"

Then pointing angrily at Sym,
Cried Quog, "This is the end of him!
For months I've marked his crafty dodge,
To bring dishonour to Sir Stodge.
I've lured him here, the traitrous dog.
And shamed him!" quoth his Nibs of Quog.

Hoots for the Tinker tore the air.
As Sym went, wisely, otherwhere.
Cheers for Sir Stodge were long and loud
And, as amid his Swanks he bowed.
To mark his thanks and honest pride.
His Nibs of Quog bowed by his side.