Copper tips on tin heeled boots
Shine in the light for a break in the smog
and bring hope to pan handled hands
and steam cart peddlers too

Eyes once dim pull up the stakes
releasing the lines on a tight roped face
Beggars and Blues pick up the pace
to welcome the dandy right through

Strap-cap wrapped in a scarlet trim
colors the gray and fills the lines in
Wherever the bloke is headed today
He'll have the pick who goes with him

Crowded fancy and drenched in soot
Outside the circle where ruffians put
the lowest of low and lamest of all
so not to bother him with their call

Yet when the bell on the airship rings
He calls to them; the cripple to bring
Shock fills their heart and much dismay
For the invalid rides with a king today