WHAT do the dear girls learn nowadays, At all the colleges where they go? They've no cane-rushes nor football frays; Whence can their wealth of wisdom flow? Up at Wellesley they learn to row; Gowns and mortar-boards there are swell; They flirt in the shades of "Tupelo": I have been there, -- but I won't tell! The Smith girls had the dramatic craze, And even the critics puffed their show; The Amherst men are loud in their praise; They diet on pickled limes and Poe. At good Mount Holyoke, which some deem slow, They learn to cook and to sweep as well; Along with their Greek they're taught to sew: I have been there, -- but I won't tell! Cornell's "co-eds" have flattering ways; Many a soul they have filled with woe; Up at Vassar they're prone to stays, And no girl there can have a beau; All those beautiful blooms must throw Their sweetness away where no man may dwell; Rules can be cheated, sometimes, though: I have been there, -- but I won't tell! ENVOY. Girls, the Blue and the Crimson know How a tryst is kept after bedtime bell. "Hush-sh," you whisper, "be cautious!" Oh, I have been there, -- but I won't tell! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLLOQUE SENTIMENTAL by PAUL VERLAINE CARMEN BELLICOSUM by GUY HUMPHREYS MCMASTER SONG, FR. MEASURE FOR MEASURE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER by WALT WHITMAN THE PRAIRIE-GRASS DIVIDING by WALT WHITMAN THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 9. GOING TO THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |