Tell me, Ralpho, where do you go
With determined face and step so slow,
With that lengthy ladder and bucket of paint?
Why truly you look like a martyred Saint.
Sir Hudibras, disturb me not
For my mission is to erase the rot
That clings to the walls of our library.
Those murals by Sargent are quite contrary
To all the principles of noble art
And are nothing but the counterpart
Of propaganda, bill-board posters,
Advertising snappy roadsters.