Do you envy each bonnet insanely
That harbours a bee?
Is the Metchnikoff treatment a failure?
Do you weep when you miss your short putts?
Have you ceased with enjoyment to hail your
Diurnal allowance of nuts?
Are you bored by the leaders of Spender?
Or cloyed by the pathos of Caine?
Do you find that "The Follies" engender
A feeling of gêne?