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...SONGS OF EXPERIENCE: INTRODUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL DITTY IN IMITATION OF THE SPANISH: ENTRE TANTO QUE L'AVRIL by EDWARD HERBERT THE CONFLICT OF CONVICTIONS by HERMAN MELVILLE INTO THE TWILIGHT by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PALINODE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |