Melville Chater

“ Roller-skating, roller-skating all the afternoon.
Time to go? Now, are you sure it ’s five o’clock so soon?
Wheel we home and kick off skates beside the hall-boy’s seat.
Dear, oh dear, I feel so queer—as though I ‘d lost my feet!
Gentlemen drive motor-cars; babies use a “p’ram”;
Trolleys are for working-folk where they squeeze and jam:
Ladies ride on horseback up and down the Mall;
Boys of eight can roller-skate, and that ’s the best of all!
“SING A SONG OF ROLLER-SKATES! SPRING IS IN THE LAND!” ”