[SONNET WROTE ON THE FLY-LEAF OF MY GRAMMAR DURIN’ SCHOOL HOURS]
O Education! Maybe thou art all
Our teachers tell us, but just let me say
That if my folks wouldst let me have my way,
From early Spring till frost comes in the Fall
I’dst be outdoors, you bet! a-playin’ ball
Or otherwise enjoyin’ each fine day.
It seem’st a shame for boys to have to stay
Like culprits shut in by a prison wall!