There's a river hotel that is known very well,

From the turmoil of London withdrawn,

Between Henley and Staines, where this strange rule obtains—

That you must not have jam on the lawn.

In the coffee-room still you may eat what you will,

Such as chicken, beef, mutton, or brawn,

Jam and marmalade too, but, whatever you do,

Don't attempt to eat jam on the lawn.

Young Jones and his bride sought the cool river side,

And she said, as she skipped like a fawn,

"As it is, it is nice, but 'twould be paradise,

Could we only have jam on the lawn!"