VAGRANT VERSE

Southland Times, Issue 21265, 11 December 1930, Page 4

VAGRANT VERSE

THE LONDON BOBBY. The finest thing in London is the Bobby; Benignant information is his hobby. Don’t be autobiographic While he’s regulating traffic, But when less pronounced congestion Gives him leisure, put your question, And without the slightest fuss He will designate the bus That will take you out to Stratford, Brixton, Clapham Junction, Catford, Hendon, Plaistow, Horsleydown, Cricklewood, —or any town, Street or district that you’re bound for; ’Tis a thing that he’s renowned for. Who so amiably efficient, Who so helpfully omniscient, Who so humorously gentle, So indulgently parental? When you’re stupefied and silly In the rush of Piccadilly, When you’re feeling lost and sobby,— Yes, the finest thing in London is the Bobby! . . -.

Then they’ll show you old St. Paul’s, Crumbling bits of Roman waUs, Galleries of wondrous treasures, Public parks for simple pleasures, Palaces remotely dated, Vaulted chambers consecrated By Elizabeth the Spinster, And the Abbey of Westminster And the House of Commons lobby;— But the finest thing in London is the Bobby!

—Arthur Guiterman, in ‘'The Light Guitar."