NURSERY RHYMES OF LONDON TOWN.
II.—King's Cross.
King's Cross!
What shall we do?
His purple robe
Is rent in two!
Out of his crown
He's torn the gems!
He's thrown his sceptre
Into the Thames!
The Court is shaking
In every shoe—
King's Cross!
What shall we do?
Leave him alone
For a minute or two.
III.—Bishopsgate.
Bishopsgate Without,
Bishopsgate Within!
What a clamour at the gate,
O what a din!
Inside and outside
The Bishops bang and shout,
Outside crying, "Let me in!"
Inside, "Let me out."
"Look here, confound you! What do you mean by your 'disclosures'? There's nothing here that wasn't in the morning papers."
"I'm sorry you're disappointed, Sir. At the same time I must point out to you that my connection with the paper gives me abserlootly no influence with the editorial department."