Fakir Hearst
A tin-horn gambler from the vasty West,
Whose 'getter with a pick-axe dug his pile,
Said to himself " That way of ways is best
By which I best may operate my guile.
I am a fakir of the rankest kind —
For principle or men care not a d — — n
So I shall make philanthrophy my blind
And 'neath its cloak the public I'll flim-flam.
Being a gambler I must have a horn —
A good tin horn to blow a rasping blast —
With yellow journals I'll the land adorn
And filch the workman's coppers first and last. "
If upon earth you'd view the very worst
Just focus your optics upon Fakir Hearst.
Whose 'getter with a pick-axe dug his pile,
Said to himself " That way of ways is best
By which I best may operate my guile.
I am a fakir of the rankest kind —
For principle or men care not a d — — n
So I shall make philanthrophy my blind
And 'neath its cloak the public I'll flim-flam.
Being a gambler I must have a horn —
A good tin horn to blow a rasping blast —
With yellow journals I'll the land adorn
And filch the workman's coppers first and last. "
If upon earth you'd view the very worst
Just focus your optics upon Fakir Hearst.
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