"Next verse," shouted Doc Macnooder. "Legs at attention. More action there! La-da-da-dee! One, two, three!"
In course of time, I reached the Third Form,
But was caught in examination's snare.
Reassignment played its part,
And it almost broke my heart,
About five miles away from anywhere.
"What house are you in?" said the Coffee-Colored Angel to Stover, between breaths.
"Kennedy."
"The Roman, eh?"
"Yes, he reached out and nabbed me," said Stover, who was persuaded that his new assignment was a special mark of malignant interest.
"Who are you rooming with?"
"The Tennessee Shad."
"Well, you'll be a warm bunch!"
A shout burst out from the back of the coach.