The Collected Works | Page 4

other men.
Ere they hewed the Sphinx's visage
Favoritism governed kissage,

Even as it does in this age.
Who shall doubt the secret hid
Under Cheops' pyramid
Was that the
contractor did
Cheops out of several millions?
Or that Joseph's sudden rise
To
Comptroller of Supplies
Was a fraud of monstrous size
On King Pharoah's swart Civilians?
Thus, the artless songs I sing
Do not deal with anything
New or never said before.

As it was in the beginning,
Is today official sinning,
And shall be forevermore.
ARMY HEADQUARTERS
Old is the song that I sing--
Old as my unpaid bills--
Old as the chicken that kitmutgars bring

Men at dak-bungalows--old as the Hills.
Ahasuerus Jenkins of the "Operatic Own"
Was dowered with a tenor
voice of super-Santley tone.
His views on equitation were, perhaps, a trifle queer;
He had no seat
worth mentioning, but oh! he had an ear.
He clubbed his wretched company a dozen times a day,
He used to
quit his charger in a parabolic way,
His method of saluting was the
joy of all beholders,
But Ahasuerus Jenkins had a head upon his
shoulders.
He took two months to Simla when the year was at the spring, And
underneath the deodars eternally did sing.
He warbled like a bulbul, but particularly at
Cornelia Agrippina who
was musical and fat.
She controlled a humble husband, who, in turn, controlled a Dept.,
Where Cornelia Agrippina's human singing-birds were kept
From
April to October on a plump retaining fee,
Supplied, of course, per
mensem, by the Indian Treasury.
Cornelia used to sing with him, and Jenkins used to play;
He praised
unblushingly her notes, for he was false as they: So when the winds of
April turned the budding roses brown,
Cornelia told her husband:
"Tom, you mustn't send him down."

They haled him from his regiment which didn't much regret him; They
found for him an office-stool, and on that stool they set him, To play
with maps and catalogues three idle hours a day,
And draw his plump
retaining fee--which means his double pay.
Now, ever after dinner, when the coffeecups are brought,
Ahasuerus
waileth o'er the grand pianoforte;
And, thanks to fair Cornelia, his
fame hath waxen great,
And Ahasuerus Jenkins is a power in the
State.
STUDY OF AN ELEVATION, IN INDIAN INK
This ditty is a string of lies.
But--how the deuce did Gubbins rise?
POTIPHAR GUBBINS, C. E.,
Stands at the top of the tree;
And I
muse in my bed on the reasons that led
To the hoisting of Potiphar G.
Potiphar Gubbins, C. E.,
Is seven years junior to Me;
Each bridge
that he makes he either buckles or breaks,
And his work is as rough
as he.
Potiphar Gubbins, C. E.,
Is coarse as a chimpanzee;
And I can't
understand why you gave him your hand,
Lovely Mehitabel Lee.
Potiphar Gubbins, C. E.,
Is dear to the Powers that Be;
For They
bow and They smile in an affable style
Which is seldom accorded to
Me.
Potiphar Gubbins, C. E.,
Is certain as certain can be
Of a
highly-paid post which is claimed by a host
Of seniors--including
Me.
Careless and lazy is he,
Greatly inferior to Me.
What is the spell that you manage so well,
Commonplace Potiphar
G.?

Lovely Mehitabel Lee,
Let me inquire of thee,
Should I have riz to
what Potiphar is,
Hadst thou been mated to me?
A LEGEND
This is the reason why Rustum Beg,
Rajah of Kolazai,
Drinketh the
"simpkin" and brandy peg,
Maketh the money to fly,
Vexeth a
Government, tender and kind,
Also--but this is a detail--blind.
RUSTUM BEG of Kolazai--slightly backward native state
Lusted for
a C. S. I.,--so began to sanitate.
Built a Jail and Hospital--nearly built
a City drain--
Till his faithful subjects all thought their Ruler was
insane.
Strange departures made he then--yea, Departments stranger still, Half
a dozen Englishmen helped the Rajah with a will,
Talked of noble
aims and high, hinted of a future fine
For the state of Kolazai, on a
strictly Western line.
Rajah Rustum held his peace; lowered octroi dues a half;
Organized a
State Police; purified the. Civil Staff;
Settled cess and tax afresh in a
very liberal way;
Cut temptations of the flesh--also cut the Bukhshi's
pay;
Roused his Secretariat to a fine Mahratta fury,
By a Hookum hinting
at supervision of dasturi;
Turned the State of Kolazai very nearly
upside-down;
When the end of May was nigh, waited his
achievement crown.
When the Birthday Honors came,
Sad to state and sad to see,
Stood
against the Rajah's name nothing more than C. I. E.!

Things were lively for a week in the State of Kolazai.
Even now the
people speak of that time regretfully.

How he disendowed the Jail--stopped at once the City drain; Turned to
beauty fair and frail--got his senses back again; Doubled taxes, cesses,
all; cleared away each new-built thana; Turned the two-lakh Hospital
into a superb Zenana;
Heaped upon the Bukhshi Sahib wealth and honors manifold;
Clad
himself in Eastern garb--squeezed his people as of old.
Happy, happy Kolazai! Never more will Rustum Beg
Play to catch
the Viceroy's eye. He prefers the "simpkin"