On a bright mid morning upon the river that watereth our city,
I came upon the foreman, the soldier and the clergy.
One adorned in metals, the other in holy light and the other one freshly from a hole.
They spoke animatedly, and sometimes gently.
They spoke of all manner of things,
The war, the marriage of lady Sarah, and even Constella’s kinks.
They stood there to be saved from duty,
They are the academy you see.
They know all that vexeth our city,
From the broken dredge on the river to the embassy in Paris and the dead birds at the cemetery.
They know all the solutions too,
They know a bit of calculus, geography, history and management too.
The great men of our beloved city!
What would we ever do without the soldier, the workman and the man from the clergy?