I saw him in the Café Royal, Very old and very grand. Modernistic shone the lamplight There in London's fairyland. “Devilled chicken. Devilled whitebait. Devil if I understand. Where is Oscar? Where is Bosie? Have I seen that man before? And the old one in the corner, Is it really Wratislaw?” Scent of Tutti-Frutti-Sen-Sen And cheroots upon the floor.