Classic Poem

Another bantling! lo, he comes,
Not Miss, but Mr, Fudge;
A master-spirit, born to be
Surnamed “the little judge”!

A portly personage, and fair,
In wit and knowledge big;
Fat as an alderman, and decked,
Judge-like, in his white wig.

Off! Puss and Frank and Sallie, off!
The Master bids you trudge!
For I, in all these parts, am made
His Majesty, the Judge!

“Tin plate and mug are mine,—who dares
My rank of power to grudge?
I'll have my way; I know I'm right,
Left-handed, but a judge!

“Off from the staircase! children, off!”
(Why don't the babies budge?)
“I'm coming down at one broad leap!”
There sprawling lies the judge.

Whatever mighty man has done,
Another, doubtless, can;
Now don't you think this wondrous judge
Will make a wondrous man?