We hoped to meet sweethearts and spouses.
But round and round the world went we,
Seeking that Prime Meridian! Fancy!
The darned thing wasn’t fixed, ye see,
And I could not find home or Nancy!
It was, of course, the beastliest bore.
Those stupid Frenchmen had a notion
That fixing it on England’s shore,—
England, whose vessels scour the ocean,
And who is owned to rule the waves,—