THE MODERN SOCIETY PLAY.
It surely should not be allowed,
The Modern Society Play,
That dreadfully shocking Kate Cloud,
That bad Mrs. P. Tanqueray.
That's what said
X. Y. Z.
It elevates everyone,
The Modern Society Play,
You stupid old son of a gun.
Replied, bursting into the fray,
Fearless, free,
H. B. Tree.
Why make such a clamour? Oh, blow
The Modern Society Play!
As nothing compels you to go,
X. Y. Z., you can just stop away;
Don't you see?
So say we.