Not omitting the young Infant Sappho, whose lays
Forced a cockney to state, against euphony sinning,
Entranced by her strains, that "her vays vas quite vinning!"
We climb'd up the stairs to the Monument top,
But it pour'd so with rain that Papa wouldn't stop.
We saw nought but the Thames and the fog, I declare,
Or, as Tom quoted, "nil nisi pontus et aer."
So we went to the Tunnel, because, as Pa said,
There, at least, we should have a dry roof o'er our head;
But we very soon found, to our horror and fright,