There's a certain Mr. Dennis
      Who is raking in the pennies
By the simple art of writing what the public knows as "pomes."
      You will find him in the trenches,
      On the workers' bunks and benches,
And up and down the contry in a million happy homes.

      The betting twelve to ten is 
      We shall hear of Mr. Dennis
When the other writers round him to oblivion are hurled,
      For -- I say it to his glory --
      When he tells the old, old story
He can tell it like a Master in a way that wins the world.

      Hats off to Mr. Dennis!
      Though his progress be a menace
To the premier position of the poets of the past,
      We can hardly fail to greet him,
      In whatever book we meet him,
For he builds on sure foundations with materials that last.

"W.H.O"
The Bulletin, 10 April 1919, p26

Note:
"W.H.O." was a pen-name for Will Ogilvie.