Pish! Tush! Humbug and swindle—yah!
Manager Bancroft, don’t forget
We’ve been used to a pit at the Hay-mar-ket.”
Bancroft the manager rose from his chair,
And his brow was shaded by sorrow and care,
And he walked to the footlights, and made his bow,
As Manager Bancroft so well knows how:
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he did say,
“What may you please to want to-day?”
“P. I. T! P. I. T!