The Land of Grimney - The Illustrated Adventures of Cora Pearl, aged 12

A drummer lad of the 68th,
Londonderry he did drum for.
The Lord of course sits on his horse,
But the lad walks ‘til he’s done for.

We cannot hide that Lords must ride
And boys are far too lowly
To trot or race; it’s fit they pace
At a distance and more slowly.

But the lad grew sound; now underground
After long life: as a farmer he did settle.
While the cold bronze peer through many a year
Straddles a mount as hard as metal.

Lad, crave not fame nor laud your name:
There’s dross aplenty would spoil it.
Better it dwell in hearts you love well
Than on a plinth that’s a pigeon’s toilet.

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"Never look down on a man unless you're helping him up." Jessie Jackson

Love it!
Pigeons toilet!
I should just point out I also love the sentiment of the whole poem and it didn't just appeal to my sense of toilet humour fun!

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