This is the thing we want to see;
These high upper boxes are fiddle-de-dee,
And we don’t care a snap for your piteous plea,
And there really must be
A nice P. I. T.”
Bancroft the manager tries to speak,
But his voice is drowned in a shout and a shriek.
“A P. I. T.
Won’t pay,” says he;
“There’s the company, scenery, taxes, and rent,