And the elephant hunts in an opera hat?
’Tis there that I lie with my head in a pond,
And play with a valueless Tichborne bond;
’Tis there that I sip pure Horniman’s tea
To the sound of the gong and the howling sea.
’Tis there that I revel in soapsuds and rum,
And wait till my creditors choose to come;
’Tis there that I dream of the days when I
Shall soar to the moon through the red-hot sky.
Then come, oh! come to that happy land!