[unclear: E] Ideologies of March

Ho! Broadsheets! Sound a war note!
The way has now been found,
The Left Exec, sticks out its neck—
Ho! Helots! Rally round!
Thus fluttered on the stairways
The Leaves of printed gall,
McArley in the corridor,
McIvor in the hall.
The daily press began to bless
Victoria's true-blue sons
And in the town, there shifts the frown
That pent the Building-Funds.

The Twenty-six indictors,
Staunch sons of liberty,
Could not accept, it was inept;
It must be Tyranny!
That an Exec. might frivol
On Ideology,
Was Communist red herring.
Huzzah! Democracy!
Replace the Reds above our heads
Regardless of confusion.
Recission! Pah! Vote Censure! Bah!
Ho! Closure for our motion!

Behind the sturdy thousand
The red light in their eyes,
Gave vent their "Yes!" with that excess
Which gladdened Martin Dies.
Then out spoke B. O'Connor,
(As for Rome Horatius did),
Producing now a little list—
McArley at its head.
In toto moved, it was approved,
Less a disabused contender,
For Right had won in good, clean, fun,
A colourless agenda!