Says a P to an O

Communicated by Mr R. Kay

 Says a P to an O,
 On the hat of a beau,
Which long had defied stormy weather,
 In sooth lovely O,
 The cause I’d fair know,
That brings you and me here together.

 I came here forlorn
 From the alphabet torn
To heighten the manager’s grief,
 And I says the O,
 On a like errand go,
Tis to good McMeinhall relief.

 Ah! so so says the P,
 The cause I well see,
We both are old Dilcoorth’s abettors;
 And whenever O.P.
 On the hat band we see
The wearer is learning his letters.