When down from their laps flops the out-spread book,
But consume night’s oil instead.
Yet I noticed, like a flowering shrub
A bloom in a desert, one striking grace:
They might “screw” like mad when afloat in a “tub,”
And never get up the ghost of a pace,
But they had a “Browning Club”!
So, when one waxed ill, it did not seem strange
That the Lady Principal sighed, and said,
“A stoppage of work I must arrange;