Throw out a Coolidge married to a Trumbull!
Accompanied by a statesman turning in his grave.
If this be treason, let the White House shiver.
Thine own son James reviled before thy eye!
Cast from the door by unrepentant Boston,
Which hallows not the spider or the Fly.
Oh, Bay State Road, flee from this new opponent!
South Hamilton, make ye thy shutters barred!
For blue has turned the blood of James Bryant Conant,
The sovereign of the River and the Yard.
Now debutantes are selling coats and dresses;
Superior judgeships traded for a vote;
The Daily Record's monarch of the presses;
And Camels are kind to Mrs. Lowell's throat!
For Quincy Street is Milton and Cohasset,
And Saltonstalls neglected or abhorred.
Harvard's name shall see no other pass it.
And virtue wins its overdue reward.