The misty, slurry, foggy streets of London gradually come into view

Tattered tailors flock the rust lined corner of the nearest avenue

Haughty looks are cast their way by stuffed partridges 

In varied and gay colors such as orange, tangerine, and red

Lonely, sprawling flowers and tiny hayseeds lay scattered among the grid lock

Of jostling men and women, intent upon memorizing the placement of their feet

Upon the grisly, wet, slick pavement lined with abyssi of ill fortune to he who breaks 

The unstated rule with a careless leather clog or sandel shoe

A single head is distinguishable in the misma of humans

Squawking to attract buyers to their wares, overflowing or stagnant 

In sundry laps, accordign to the custom of their delivery, 

The boisterous latter more successfull than the timid former

Hair as black as shoe shine polish, eyes as merry as the river Thames

Lips as smiling as those of a coronated monarch though she only 

Wears a rumpled black petticoat and olive green jacket while she gaily sings

Among the pillars of a deserted collesium composing rock, rubble, and ungainly sparks of

blue and red flame from the somber, untouchable gas lamps