1 Required, a hint for a summer's excursion; Will anyone proffer a word of advice, Say where may a gentleman, bent on diversion, Be certain of pleasure at moderate price? 2 Dalhousie takes seventeen hours to go ter (How hard are good rhymes!) and is deluged with rain, While the people who live on the top of Bakrota Have a Mall of their own and are 'cuts' with Potrain. 3 And Murree's mere Pindi, or something too near it, With babies and Ayahs pervading the Mall— A halting place solely for men who Kashmir it, With a season that isn't a season at all. 4 There's merry Mussoorie, dégagée and breezy— All tail and no head which is pleasant ...perhaps; Where life flows along in one big 'free and easy', And those who aren't 'Johnnies' and 'sportsmen' are 'chaps'. 5 There's Simla, a trifle less high than its prices, Where you must wear good clothes for six months of the year— With a false reputation for long deceased vices— As dull as Dalhousie and ten times as dear. 6 Oh! what is the good of three–farthing frivolity, On the lee of a Khud with the monkey and crow? The wise man will seek metropolitan jollity, Will save up his leave for three seasons and go.
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