Then Sunday comes and, it must be confessed,
They wonder how to pass the “Day of Rest.”
Many, with wearied limbs and aching head,
Resolve to spend it cosily in bed;
Some drive to Richmond, if the weather’s fine,
And at the Star and Garter go to dine;
Some, as I’ve said before, to church repair,
“Not for the doctrine but the music there;”
While others, and indeed they’re not a few,
Resolve to spend some hours at the Zoo.