At the White House

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At the White House

Among the notables one day that came

To see the President was one whose name

Was known from Puerto Rico to Luzon,

Although it wasn’t Smith nor even John.

Renowned in field and council too, for he

Had tilled the soil and been a school trustee.

Occasionally, just to pass the time,

He worked at patriotism and scowled at crime;

Went up and down the land denouncing those

Who loved him little as the country’s foes;

Predicted famine when they scorned his story,

And for the ensuing harvest claimed the glory.

His name indeed was famous, but because

My memory’s weak I know not what it was.

The President he came that day to see

Was as illustrious in his way as he.

His name a household word⁠—that is to say

Men damned him roundly to begin the day,

Deplored him in the fireside’s rosy light

And grunted disesteem throughout the night.

Not all men⁠—some, the sons of pious mothers,

Prayed for him daily as upon him others.

Sleek, snug, self-righteous, cunning as a rat,

A fish in fervor and in faith a cat,

Obscure by nature, he had ne’er been great

If Fortune had not kicked him into state.

His name? Go ask Posterity, not me⁠—

From words opprobrious my page is free.

So they were married⁠—no I mean they met;

For aught I know they are in session yet,

There in the White House, for each swore the place

Belonged to him by God’s abounding grace.

But, O, may He take measures to prevent

If both at once they would be President.