Classic Poem

Oh, London has the bold shops, the silver and the gold shops,
Rich with all the treasures in the wide world found.
Oh, there you'll find the fairest shops, the cheapest and the rarest shops,
All ablaze with color on the pearl-grey ground!

They deck themselves at daytime with the colors of the Maytime;
They deck themselves at twilight with a glad and lyric glee;
But oh—the fusty, frowsy shops, those old marine, Limehousey shops—
Oh, they're the shops that most I love—the only shops for me!