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. |