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 * align="center"|Governor Samuel Whangdoodle Pennypacker
 * Like Noah Webster, he reclines
 * Within his easy chair,
 * A-tapping wisdom's sacred mines
 * And calling here and there,
 * Yet all he finds of perfect minds
 * Up to the present day
 * Are Moses, Plato, Socrates,
 * Himself and Matthew Quay.
 * He's written over fifty books
 * And some are nearly good—
 * On railroad jobs, successful snobs
 * And human brotherhood;
 * And he can speak in French and Greek
 * On topics of the day,
 * Like Moses, Plato, Socrates,
 * Himself and Matthew Quay
 * Oh! Philadelphia's Sabbath calm
 * Sits on his holiness
 * Until by chance his eyeballs glance
 * Across the daily press—
 * Then pale before his grumblous roar
 * Reporters flee away,
 * Who took in vain by words profane
 * The name of him and Quay.
 * Yet soft he roareth since the hour
 * When good Saint Graft was hurled
 * By anger quick upon the kick
 * That echoed round the world
 * And cautiously he goes by night,
 * And cautiously by day,
 * For fear some ripe tomato might
 * Be aimed at him or Quay.
 * But when again the Heavens smile
 * And public wrath is spent.
 * When Philadelphia sleeps awhile,
 * Corrupted but content;
 * }
 * Oh! Philadelphia's Sabbath calm
 * Sits on his holiness
 * Until by chance his eyeballs glance
 * Across the daily press—
 * Then pale before his grumblous roar
 * Reporters flee away,
 * Who took in vain by words profane
 * The name of him and Quay.
 * Yet soft he roareth since the hour
 * When good Saint Graft was hurled
 * By anger quick upon the kick
 * That echoed round the world
 * And cautiously he goes by night,
 * And cautiously by day,
 * For fear some ripe tomato might
 * Be aimed at him or Quay.
 * But when again the Heavens smile
 * And public wrath is spent.
 * When Philadelphia sleeps awhile,
 * Corrupted but content;
 * }
 * Yet soft he roareth since the hour
 * When good Saint Graft was hurled
 * By anger quick upon the kick
 * That echoed round the world
 * And cautiously he goes by night,
 * And cautiously by day,
 * For fear some ripe tomato might
 * Be aimed at him or Quay.
 * But when again the Heavens smile
 * And public wrath is spent.
 * When Philadelphia sleeps awhile,
 * Corrupted but content;
 * }
 * Be aimed at him or Quay.
 * But when again the Heavens smile
 * And public wrath is spent.
 * When Philadelphia sleeps awhile,
 * Corrupted but content;
 * }
 * And public wrath is spent.
 * When Philadelphia sleeps awhile,
 * Corrupted but content;
 * }
 * Corrupted but content;
 * }
 * }