Libitina and Clotho to boot,
When on Sunday three ’varsity men did
Encounter the corse, of the brute?
Oh why, as they walked in their wisdom,
And cramped with conventional togs,
Were they brought into contact with his doom,
Defunctest of dogs?
From the sides of the dogs of the Dorians
Fur has fallen, but fur is on thine?
Ah, where shall we find the historians,