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Fare thee well, thou plum-faced driver, / Poised upon thine airy seat! / Final, ultimate survivor / Of an order obsolete! / Fare thee well! Thy days are numbered. / Long, full long, by weight encumbered, / Tardily thy team hath lumbered / Down each London Street, / Passed by carts, bath-chairs, and hearses, / And the cause of constant curses!
Fare thee well, conductor sprightly, / Gay and buoyant pachyderm, / Holding up thy 'bus politely / For each passenger infirm; / Yet, when roused to indignation / By a rival's reprobation, / How adroit in the creation / Of some caustic term! / Deft to ridicule or rally, / Swift with satire as with sally!