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Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922.

Army Headquarters

  • Old is the song that I sing—
  • Old as my unpaid bills—
  • Old as the chicken that kitmutgars bring
  • Men at dâk-bungalows—old as the Hills.

  • AHASUERUS JENKINS of the “Operatic Own,”

    Was dowered with a tenor voice of super-Santley tone.

    His views on equitation were, perhaps, a trifle queer.

    He had no seat worth mentioning, but oh! he had an ear.

    He clubbed his wretched company a dozen times a day;

    He used to quit his charger in a parabolic way;

    His method of saluting was the joy of all beholders,

    But Ahasuerus Jenkins had a head upon his shoulders.

    He took two months at Simla when the year was at the spring,

    And underneath the deodars eternally did sing.

    He warbled like a bul-bul but particularly at

    Cornelia Agrippina, who was musical and fat.

    She controlled a humble husband, who, in turn, controlled a Dept.

    Where Cornelia Agrippina’s human singing-birds were kept

    From April to October on a plump retaining-fee,

    Supplied, of course, per mensem, by the Indian Treasury.

    Cornelia used to sing with him, and Jenkins used to play;

    He praised unblushingly her notes, for he was false as they,

    So when the winds of April turned the budding roses brown,

    Cornelia told her husband:—“Tom, you mustn’t send him down.”

    They haled him from his regiment, which didn’t much regret him;

    They found for him an office-stool, and on that stool they set him

    To play with maps and catalogues three idle hours a day,

    And draw his plump retaining-fee—which means his double pay.

    Now, ever after dinner, when the coffee-cups are brought,

    Ahasuerus waileth o’er the grand pianoforte;

    And, thanks to fair Cornelia, his fame hath waxen great,

    And Ahasuerus Jenkins is a Power in the State!