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Rh Ambassadors cropped up like hay, Prime Ministers and such as they Grew like asparagus in May,
 * And Dukes were three a penny.

Lord Chancellors were cheap as sprats, And Bishops in their shovel hats Were plentiful as tabby cats—
 * If possible, too many.

On every side Field-Marshals gleamed, Small beer were Lords Lieutenant deemed With Admirals the ocean teemed
 * All round his wide dominions;

And Party Leaders you might meet In twos and threes in every street Maintaining, with no little heat.
 * Their various opinions.

That King, although no one denies His heart was of abnormal size, Yet he'd have acted otherwise If he had been acuter.
 * The end is easily foretold,

When every blessed thing you hold Is made of silver, or of gold,
 * You long for simple pewter.

When you have nothing else to wear But cloth of gold and satins rare, For cloth of gold you cease to care—
 * Up goes the price of shoddy.

In short, whoever you may be, To this conclusion you'll agree, When everyone is somebodee,
 * Then no one's anybody!