Oh, if I could only see in walking down the street
No unpatriotic waste of all that lovely heat!
Motor lorries for Marrows!
Taxis for Nectarines!
No more coster-barrows,
But lemon-house Limousines!
Oh, to see Tomaties
Skidding by Frascati's!
Grand heads of Celery passing the Carlton Grill,
And fine forced Strawberries—forced up Denmark Hill!