It surely should not be allowed,
The Modern Society Play,
That dreadfully shocking _Kate Cloud_,
That bad _Mrs. P. Tanqueray._
That's what said
X. Y. Z.
It elevates everyone,
The Modern Society Play,
You stupid old son of a gun.
Replied, bursting into the fray,
Fearless, free,
H. B. TREE.
Why make such a clamour? Oh, blow
The Modern Society Play!
As nothing compels you to go,
X. Y. Z., you can just stop away;
Don't you see?
So say we.
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