Volume 62 — A JINGLE FOR ST. JAMES'S.
Reading edition
(By a Musical Enthusiast.)
The Monday Pops! The Monday Pops Whoe'er admires what some call "Ops;" Should go, and lick his mental chops While feasting at the Monday Pops. The Monday Pops! The Monday Pops To me their music far o'er-tops The jingling polkas and galóps On cracked pianos played at hops. Nor almond rock, nor lemon-drops Nor sugar-plums, nor lollipops With which small children cram their crops Are sweeter than the Monday Pops. The Monday Pops! The Monday Pops Delight of fogies and of fops The music that all other wops Is given at the Monday Pops. Their fame all rivals far o'er-tops You see their programmes at the shops And here the bard exhausted stops His rhymings on the Monday Pops.