Lo! A bureaucrat,
Alights upon the scene,
The power to redact and enact,
With countenance so serene.
Nary a T nor an I,
Can be allotted,
And by piercing eye,
Crossed and dotted.
Oh! Who can contend?
With the dreadful intellect,
That by flick of pen amend,
The very wishes of the elect.
Freighted with humility,
And treated so reverent!
But alas, weighted with duty,
It thus burdens our servant.
The Gray Glory of the Bureaucrat!
Doth mark on the Kings account,
Supreme over the autocrat,
EXPENSES NOT APPROVED
By W.N. Branson 
