Fear is expressed that the movement for a political truce to deal with the present economic crisis may be wrecked by vote-cathcing politicians seeking to further party interests.
Theophilus Thaddeus Thubb, M.P., Smiles him a cynical smile; Parochial, party, and outwardly hearty, But full of political guile. Intent upon winning, while privily grinning: "Magnificent measure," says he, "This co-operation to salvage the nations -- But what is there in it for me? Let's see." Says Theophilus Thubb, M.P. Rub-a-dub-dub, Theophilus Thubb, Palpable patriot, thumping his tub. Theophilus Thubb is too wily a bird To be easily captured with chaff. "A political move, it is easy to prove," her remarks with a sinister laugh. "My heart truly bleeds for our national needs; But what of my party and me? If it furthers our aim, I am right in the game," Says Theophilus Thubb, M.P. Says he, "A practical person. That's me." Rub-a-dub-dub, Theophilus Thubb, Dubious democrat, thumping his tub. When Rome in her agony tottered to doom There was Theophilus Thubb. Futhering aims with the circus and games, Gleefully thumping his tub. Pandering loud to the gullible crowd, Pride of the Party was he, Prototype glad of the latter-day lad, Thubb of three hundred and three A.D., Theophilus Thubb, M.P. Rub-a-dub-dub, Theophilus Thubb, Pitiful panderer, thumping his tub. If yet a new nation goes down to the dust, Thubb and his tub will be there, Tongue in his cheek, ever ready to seek Victory wrung from despair: Snatching for votes whie he glories and glouts As his breed ever gloated in glee O'er a paltry suvccess, while a land in distress Failed through such fellows as he, Ah, me! Theophilus Thubb, M.P. Rub-a-dub-dub, Theophilus Thubb, Throned 'mid catastrophe, thumping his tub.
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