You don’t know the money already I’ve spent,
But, believe me, I grieve at your discontent,”
“P. I. T—P. I. T—
If we don’t have that we won’t come and see
The plays you produce if you let us in free.”
Manager Bancroft tries to be heard,
But the Public will listen to never a word,
Till, tired of shouting, they cry anon,
“You’d better go off, and the play go on!”
So this was the end of the flurry and fret