Tuppence! The fearful sound
Pealed like an organ crash;
Once more the mesh was drawing round,
But still I cried, "Economy!" and drowned
The still small voice, and in the Underground
Flaunted The Daily Flash.
Short shrift for those that err!
Jove has rebuked my sin:
Now, helpless and without demur,
You shall behold me where the tube-lifts purr