Yet I feel I must bid you beware.
It may not be nice, but the word of advice
Is your favourite, "Don't lose your hair!"
Yes, I own it was rather a blow
When they brought out the merciless list,
For you primed up the Pater, I know,
With such rubbish, and just would insist
The Exam. was as hard as could be.
Ah! you painted it all at the worst,
It was hard lines on you, Thomas, not to get through,