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My hero may be daily seen / In ev'ry crowded London street; / Longsuff'ring, stoical, serene, / With huge pontoonlike feet, / His boots so stout, so squat, so square, / A motor-car might shelter there.
The traffic's cataract he dams, / With hands that half obscure the sun, / Like monstrous, vast Virginian hams. / A trifle underdone; / The while the matron and the maid / Pass safely by beneath their shade.