By the friends who but bore with their chatter,
By the others whose chatting can cheer,
By the tutors who woefully work us,
By the tutors who don’t in the least,
We adjure thee, respond out of Orcus,
Unfortunate beast.
The desire of an aimless flirtation
Is more than the wisdom of years,
Though we’ve tasted its utter nugation,
Light laughter and fugitive fears.