Ne'erless, I knew thy gentle song,
Long, long e'er I could vote;
Thou art not a Blue Flower,
Nor e'en a real Blue Bird;
Yet there's a moral high and pure
In all thy likings heard:
"Grack-grack-grack-grack-grack-grack—
Go on and ne'er look back!"
The noble tow'rs of Princeton
Hear high thy pensive trill,