And walk around in old St. Paul's
And walk beside Caernarvon's walls
And say they saw the Cambridge Quad
And say that's why they went abroad.
 
And look right in the Tablet Dome
And think they see what can be known
And ask which trinkets are the best
And ask not where the tablets rest.
 
And wander through the Pantheon
And think not once of ages gone
And scramble back aboard the bus
And once more ride to stimulus.
 
And what can catch the tourist's eye
And what to think as they fly by
And is that all there is to it
And wonder not the slightest bit.
 
The tourists take the simple trip
And, O, they have been known to quip
'A summer here, a winter there
Is much the same most anywhere.'