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And in cocoons that mocked the Glug
The Swanks, the Swanks, the under-Swanks,
The dunder Swanks lay snug.
These most politic, parasitic,
Critic Swanks lay snug.

Then mourn with me for a luckless land.
Oh, weep with me for the slaves of tape!
Where the Lord High Swank still held command.
And wrote new rules in a fair round hand.
And the Glugs saw no escape;
Where tape entwined all Gluggish things,
And the Swank, the Swank, the grievous Swank,
The devious Swank pulled strings —
The perspicacious, contumacious
Swank held all the strings.

The blooms that grow, and, in a tow,
Peep o'er each garden fence.
They nod and smile to note his style
Of ponderous pretence;
Each roving bee has fits of glee
When the Swank goes by that way.
But every Glug, he makes his bow,
And says, "Just watch him! Watch him now!