By which the devious tourist is implored
To try the Lightning Pill that never fails
To spot the Spot, or cure whatever ails?
John Bull, his missus and the kids, I hope,
Do not entirely live on pills and soap.
And yet you'd surely think so, when you've scanned
The nostrum-signs that so adorn our land!
Oh! heavily I'd tax 'em, if I might!
And keep the landscape clear. Am I not right?
[Terminus. Exit, fuming.