Oradudolph Moody, Representative-Elect

Bring on your speechifyin' runts, yes, bring your biggest gun;
Trot out your high-flown orators, we don't bar nary one.
From Quoddy Head to Caribou, from there to sassy York,
Bring out your braggadosho chaps who think that they can talk.
We've got our man--don't want no odds'nd warn you fair and true
So't when the Legislatoor meets you'll have your men there, too.
He's jest a'goin' to sweep the floor, we'll have you recollect,
--Our Oradudolph Moody, reprusentertiveelect.
When Mister Moody rises up 'nd 'hams 'nd clears his thro't
'Nd loosens up his gallowses 'nd lays aside his co't,
I guess he'll fool the av'rage man, he looks so cool 'nd carm,
A-dribblin out his words 'nd wavin' carelesslike his arm.
But pretty soon that arm goes and quivers in the air,
His hand a-wrigglin' up a-top, seems 'sif 'twas spinnin' there.
It acts as sort of windmill, pumpin' langwidge
I expect
From Oradudolph Moody, reprusentertive-elect.
When Oradudolph Moody speaks he has the durndest knack
Of windin' up opponents so they never answer back.
When yearly meetin' comes around he alwus swings the town
On anything he advocates from new schoolhouses down.
The elerquence just bubbles up without no work at all,
He almost mesmerizes everybody in the hall.
'Nd down there to Augusty you'll parceive the strange effect
Of Oradudolph Moody, reprusentertive-elect.
Magnetic! He's a dynamo, his pulley never slips,
'Nd eelectricity!--It runs right off his fingertips.
We've tried to send him down before, but no, he wouldn't go;
He said he had no time to fool with Legislators, so
Our town ain't never had a man to speak, except Mulkearn,
Who managed once to stutter out a motion to adjourn.
But now, by gosh jest set right back and wishfully expect
Our Oradudolph Moody, reprusentertiveelect.