Ye Student
Ye Student burns ye midnight oil,
And ponderous tomes doth pore,
His mind he fills at Wisdom’s fount
With classic volumes’ lore.
His thesis is a wondrous thing,
Of solid breadth and weight.
Ye higher things of human life
His brow do corrugate.
Alas! for now it is not so,
For all ye Student’s dream
Is how to satisfy ye Coach,
And make ye Football Team.
