A Latin School young man, A four-eyed, sawed-off young man, A midnight oil-burning, A Latin-root-learning, A cramming-for-college young man. An English High School young man, A hair-brushed-down-flat young man, A downy-mustached, By-nothing-abashed, A cut-out-for-a-clerk young man. O! a Lotus-eater I wish to be, To stand by the edge of the blue-green sea. To eat of the flower that makes one forget His Latin and Greek, and how to fret; O! a Lotus-eater I wish to be, To stand by the edge of the blue-green sea. |