Of recitations in his head, and still kept learning more.
And now this is what happened; he was called upon one week
And totally forgot the piece he was about to speak!
His brain he cudgelled! not a word remained within his head!
And so he spoke at random, and this is what he said.
“My Beautiful, my Beautiful, who standest proudly by,
It was the schooner Hesperus—the breaking waves dashed high!
Why is the Forum crowded? What means this stir in Rome?
Under the spreading chestnut tree, there is no place like home.
“When Freedom from her mountain height cried, Twinkle little star,