The flies go up the window, They've nothing else to do, They go up in their hundreds And they come down two by two. - William Hargreaves

There was Riley pushing it, shoving it, shushing it
Hogan, Logan and ev'ryone in town lined up
Attacking it and shoving it and smacking it
They might as well have tried to push the Town Hall down.
The donkey was eyeing them,
Openly defying them
Winking, blinking and twisting out of place,
Riley reversing it,
Ev'rybody cursing it
The day Delaney's donkey ran the half mile race.

I'm Burlington Bertie, I rise at ten thirty
Then saunter along like a toff.
I walk down the Strand with my gloves on my hand,
Then I walk down again with them off.