A JINGLE FOR ST. JAMES'S.
(By a Musical Enthusiast.)
The Monday Pops! The Monday Pops
Whoe'er admires what some call "Ops;"
Should go, and lick his mental chops
While feasting at the Monday Pops.
The Monday Pops! The Monday Pops
To me their music far o'er-tops
The jingling polkas and galóps
On cracked pianos played at hops.
Nor almond rock, nor lemon-drops
Nor sugar-plums, nor lollipops
With which small children cram their crops
Are sweeter than the Monday Pops.
The Monday Pops! The Monday Pops
Delight of fogies and of fops
The music that all other wops
Is given at the Monday Pops.
Their fame all rivals far o'er-tops
You see their programmes at the shops
And here the bard exhausted stops
His rhymings on the Monday Pops.