But wasted it in cringing smiles;
He thought himself to be unerring
But then, of course, he had the files.
And so it was with curt formality,
That so expressed his vile mentality,
That he demanded we should say
That everything was A-OK.
Our delicate discriminations
Produced a desolating dread
But we did as our master said.
This garnered us congratulations.
But for his diplomatic skill
(And files, of course), we’d be made ill.