We're sober men and true In the class of '82; We recite all our lessons Without asking questions, As scholarly men should do. In Greek we're most intense; In Literature immense; But, hey -- diddle -- diddle, Our Latin's a riddle. And often devoid of sense. When we go out of door, Of text-books half a score Tucked under our arm To protect 'em from harm Will go home with us as before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND IN THE MAKING by MARIANNE MOORE ARIZONA POEMS: 4. THE WINDMILLS by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER AN EVENING PRAYER by BERNARD BARTON TO CHILDREN: 2. BRAGGARTS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ON THE GREAT ENCOURAGEMENT GIVEN BY ENGLISH NOBILITY & GENTRY by WILLIAM BLAKE |