The gaily-coloured omnibuses loom,
Approach, and disappear with footsteps fleet,
The crossing-sweepers blithely ply the broom,
Policemen slowly pace upon their beat.
We buy the blossoms with their fragrance sweet,
And only on our senses sadly jar
The noises of the ruffians who repeat,
Globe, Evening News, Pall Mall, St. James's, Star!
The latest aspect of the latest boom,
The starting price of winners and of wheat,