Look at his Cabinet here. There were Seward and Chase, Both of them good men, couldn’t afford to lose them, But Chase hates Seward like poison and Seward hates Chase And both of ’em think they ought to be President Instead of me. When Seward wrote me that letter The other day, he practically told me so. I suppose a man who was touchy about his pride Would send them both to the dickens when he found out, But I can’t do that as long as they do their work. The Union’s too big a horse to keep changing the saddle Each time it pinches you. As long as you’re sure The saddle fits, you’re bound to put up with the pinches And not keep fussing the horse. When I was a boy I remember figuring out when I went to town That if I had just one pumpkin to bump in a sack It was hard to carry, but once you could get two pumpkins, One in each end of the sack, it balanced things up. Seward and Chase’ll do for my pair of pumpkins. And as for me⁠—if anyone else comes by Who shows me that he can manage this job of mine