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 JOHN DONNE (1) by BEN JONSON ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by JOHN KEATS THE LIGHT OF STARS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ODE ON THE DEATH OF HIS FATHER by JORGE MANRIQUE ADVICE TO A LADY [IN AUTUMN] by PHILIP DORMER STANHOPE THE FLIGHT OF YOUTH by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD TIPPERARY: 2. AS THE TRANSLATORS WOULD HAVE INTERLINED IT . . . by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |