Aye, in sport and happy pastime we were quite forgetting class-time
As it swiftly steals upon us unawares,
With its sums that must be slated, and its dates that won’t stay dated,
And the rocky road to learning’s many snares!
Then, as misers hoard their treasure, so we count our days of pleasure,
Days that slip away as thread reels off a spool,
Till resounding lamentation marks the close of the vacation,
As we gather up our books and start for school! [Exit September.]
[Enter October.]
October.