On "scenes of sylvan beauty" that the posters advertise;
But, though I long to view the spot, while I am in the dark
About its name I dare not face the booking-office clerk.
Suppose I ventured "Riz-lip" and in answer to his "Eh?"
Stammered "Ruse-lip, Rise-lip, Rees-lip," just imagine how he'd say,
"Well, where do you want to book to?" and the voices from behind,
"Must we wait until this gentleman has ascertained his mind?"
II.
The trains that stop at Down Street—(Sing willow-waly-O!)—
They run through Hyde Park Corner as fast as they can go;