"When Teddy Squares the Deal."

They tell us that the good old play We call the game of life, Is fair no more, and every day Leads on to more of strife; The cards are marked, the hands are stuffed, The players bunco feel, And graft has all the goodness bluffed Till Teddy squares the deal! The gamblers who have won the stakes By shady ways of wrong Will find of dough their biggest cakes And sing another song; The loaded dice so used of yore, The marks that help the steal, Will disappear forever more When Teddy squares the deal. Then honest men will have a chance To play an even game, And thrift and virtue swift advance To happiness and fame; No more will robbers ply their trade, Nor shout the tin-horn's spiel; The world will call a spade a spade When Teddy squares the deal!

He'll slay the "bear", he'll rope the "bull," He'll make the brokers stare; He'll fill the jails with robbers full, And teach them to beware; He'll fill the rich man full of pains And millionaires shall reel, While poor men prosper in their gains, When Teddy squares the deal. I think that life will be worth while When force and fraud no more Confederate with smirk and smile To grab the people's store; Get in the game! The laws will cease To help the robbers steal, And all the land will live in peace When Teddy squares the deal!