The Contemplative Sentry

WHEN all night long a chap remainsOn sentry-go, to chase monotonyHe exercises of his brains,That is, assuming that he's got any.Though never nurtured in the lapOf luxury, yet I admonish you,I am an intellectual chap,And think of things that would astonish you.I often think it's comicalHow Nature always does contriveThat every boy and every galThat's born into the world aliveIs either a little Liberal,Or else a little Conservative!Fal lal la!

When in that house M.P.s divide,If they've a brain and cerebellum, too,They've got to leave that brain outside,And vote just as their leaders tell 'em to.But then the prospect of a lotOf statesmen, all in close proximity,A thinking for themselves, is whatNo man can face with equanimity.Then let's rejoice with loud Fal lalThat Nature wisely does contriveThat every boy and every galThat's born into the world alive,Is either a little Liberal,Or else a little Conservative!Fal lal la!