"At college!"... Ah, bos amic! bos amic!
Rainuv is a king to you....
Three centuries from now (you dead and messy) men whispering insolently
(Eeni meeni mini mo...) will boast that their great-grand-uncles
Were kicked by me in passing....
Margaret Widdemer
(Clutching a non-existent portière with one hand.)