Ave, Caesar, ave, O congressmen, Cigar-smoke wraps you in a godlike cloud, And if you are not to depart from us As easily and divinely as you came, It hardly matters. Fighting Joe Hooker once Said with that tart, unbridled tongue of his That made so many needless enemies, “Who ever saw a dead cavalryman?” The phrase Stings with a needle sharpness, just or not, But even he was never heard to say, “Who ever saw a dead congressman?” And yet, he was a man with a sharp tongue.