Discerning Mr. Murphy

Discerning Mr. Murphy sees The dangers of the foolish plan Of giving frailty its fees, And taxing weak, misguided man. Reluctantly, and red with shame, He tells of girls depraved, who may Take up the old, maternal game On business lines, and make it pay, If only foolish magistrates Will give them rather higher rates. An extra bob or two a head Will shatter virtue's final guard; The tax on bachelors would spread A baby farm in every yard. To populate our empty lands Bring black or brown across the seas From Hindu, Jap, or coral strands, But lighten not the penalties For bearing babes. Such clemence vile Might make it worth a woman's while.