And trains at Hyde Park Corner that stop—(Oh dearie me!)—
Contrariwise at Down Street are "non-stop" as can be.
There's a man at Down Street Station—he came there years ago
To get to Hyde Park Corner—(Sing willow-waly-O!)—
And, as the trains go past him, 'tis pitiful to see
Him beat his breast and murmur, "Oh dearie, dearie me!"
'"The Rev. R.S. —— has accepted the post of librarian of Pussy House, Oxford."—Local Paper.
And will soon get to work on the catalogue.