Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

IV The minor bard who got a hard was often forced to be Familiar friends with odds and ends from Street to A.B.C. But now at once the merest dunce may pluck the purest pearl. By just — his pennies in the slot of the Automatic Girl. V Ye clerks, who get a sudden rise, be chary of your cash ! Society’s and Beauty’s eyes say “ Cut a deadly dash ! ” O no ! Avoid Miss Marie Lloyd, the dunce’s giddy whirl, But put your pennies in the slot of the Automatic Girl ! VI Ye cabmen wights so late o’nights that get upon the stand, O let alone the reins you own ! Refrain the shame- ful hand ! This fare you get you’ll not regret, she will not make you curl ! So put your pennies in the slot of the Automatic- Girl. VII The young and old, the rich and poor, with us are well content. [We take the stuff when there’s enough and traffic- in cement.] The son of dook, the son of cook, the son of belted earl All put their pennies in the slot of the Automatic Girl. [136]