So this morn in the midst of the Psalm,
The Miss Siffkins’s school you must leer at,
You’re complained of—Sir! hold out your palm,—
There!—“Palmam qui meruit ferat!”
You wilful young rebel, and dunce!
This offence all your sins shall appear at,
You shall have a good caning at once—
There!—“Palmam qui meruit ferat!”
You are backward, you know, in each verb,
And your pronouns you are not more clear at,