Up and down

Up and down the streets they go

Tapping tapping to and fro

What they see I do not know

Up and down the streets they hurry

Push and rush and jerk and worry

Full of ineffectual flurry

Up and down the streets they run

From morning to the set of sun

I shall be glad when they have done

I shall be glad when there's an end

Of all the noise that doth offend

My soul. Still Night, don cloak, descend.