The Men of Seville are, they say, br The laziest of Spain. br Consummate artists in delay, br Allergical to strain; br Fr if you have a job for them, br And beg them to be spry, br They only look at you with phlegm: br "Mañana," they reply. br br The Men of gay Madrid, I'm told, br Siesta's law revere; br The custom is so ages old, br And to tradition dear; br So if you want a job done soon, br And shyly ask them: "When?" br They say: "Come back this afternoon: br We'll hope to do it them." br br The Men of Barcelona are br Such mostly little caps, br That when you see them from afar br They make you think of Japs; br Yet they can take life on the run, br Quite peppy, I'll allow, br For when there's something to be done, br They shout: "We'll do it NOW.