Good God they say
Oh God not again
Time has come again for slaughter
Chitters chat and gossips lash
Oh please do come
It's a party
"Hello, dad!", "Hello, dad!"
I'm rucking
I'm punting
Locking on to Royal arms

Couples loiter in the cloisters

Smiles polluted with false charm
Punting on the Cam is jolly fun they say
Oh please so come they say
Posers pose, pressmen flash, flash
Rugger is the tops, a game for men they say
Oh God
{May I be so bold as to perhaps suggest Othello}
Oh, punting on the cam
Society columns now ensured
On the lawns by still "Cam" waters

Strafed by Strauss they sulk in crumbling eaves again
Beagling on the downs
Social leeches quoting Chaucer
Where why not and should they oughta
I'm beagling
I'm fucking
Rudely wakened from their slumbers
Champagne corks are firing at the sun, again
Beagling on the downs, oh please do come they say
Please don't lie upon the grass

Garden party held today they say

Doctor's son a parson's daughter
Display their owners on the grass
Angie chalks another blue
They say
It's a slaughter, it's a slaughter
I'm wining
Oh please do come, they say
So welcome
Oh, what a crowd
Edgy eggs and queuing cumbers

Reclining
Mother smiles she did it too
Unless accompanied by a fellow
Swooping swallows chased by violins again
Aperitifs consumed en masse
Wayward sons again have fathers
Social climbers polish ladders

Returns to mingle with the crowds
Oh please do come they say