Part of a poem found by MedicMike:
The Bum of the Rods and the Bum of the Plush
by Fry Pan JackThe bum on the rods is hunted down
As the enemy of mankind
The other is driven around to his club
Is feted, wined and dined.
And they who curse the bum on the rods
As the essence of all that is bad,
Will greet the other with a winning smile,
And extend the hand so glad.
The rest of it is here.
