Then our innocent pastimes we cannot forget,
Though some not the sensiblest mirth ever met;
And most of them—now that vacation grows long—
Seem rather uncalled for, if not rather wrong.
The old standard jokes that young blood keeps to spare,
Such as borrowing wagons to lend to the air,
And sampling much fruit—alas! stolen and sweet!
To learn if 'twas fit for the owner to eat;
And making strange brutes go to college by force—
These all seem a part of the regular course.