W. S. Gilbert

“ Laughery, chaffery, grin, grin;
Travelling show, dwarf hid below,
Eye on his giantess' gin, gin.
Twiggery, swiggery, shinery, finery, laughery, chaffery, pokery, jokery;
Down to the Derby as all of us go,
These are the sights that we each of us know
Yet off to the Downs as we often have been,
Still every year is some novelty seen.
Ten of the clock, carriages flock
Round to the doors at the West-end;
People who seem, skimming the cream,
To have laid hold of life at the best end. ”