The Contemplative Sentry.

When all night long a chap remains     On sentry-go, to chase monotony     He exercises of his brains,     That is, assuming that he's got any,     Though never nurtured in the lap     Of luxury, yet I admonish you,     I am an intellectual chap,     And think of things that would astonish you.     I often think it's comical     How Nature always does contrive     That every boy and every gal     That's born into the world alive     Is 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're got to leave that brain outside.     And vote just as their leaders tell 'em to.     But then the prospect of a lot     Of statesmen, all in close proximity.     A-thinking for themselves, is what     No man can face with equanimity.     Then let's rejoice with loud Fal lal     That Nature wisely does contrive     That every boy and every gal     That's born into the world alive,     Is either a little Liberal,     Or else a little Conservative!      Fal lal la!