Classic Poem

Now that Canadian barley can't go in,
We fancy Uncle Sam may think it queer
That he with meaner stuff must fill his skin,
While Brother Bull enjoys the better beer!

The Bird of Freedom stretched his mighty legs,
And eyed the duty on Canadian eggs.
" Children, " he shrieked in ire, " it makes me ill!
What addled egg has hatched this monstrous Bill? "

Dear to the pampered tooth of Uncle Sam
Were savory baked-meats of Canadian lamb,
Till one McKinley, thinking to make clearer
The old man's duty, made his mutton dearer.