And hurry on to Beaux and Belles and Buns;
Your palmy days, me judice, began
In the Augustan period of Queen Anne.
The men who planned and built your noble Abbey
Well earned the homage of a sacred bard,
Yet in your golden roll it would be shabby
Your minor worthies wholly to discard;
And though your Bun, now sugarless and flabby
And highly-priced, is sadly shrunk and marred,
The first compounder of its rich delight