When the first daisies are seen,
And the windows of draper and hosier
Are bright with their 'Varsity sheen.
"Not what it was, Sir, in my time,"
Grumbles a fogey, or two;
"Then we had really a high-time,
Lord, what mad things we would do!
Skylarking! Well, it was sky-time.
Blue! It was nothing but blue!"
Well, let the people and papers