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When schooldays are dry, with their
tests and exams
And we're waiting for twenty to one,
May we ever absorb as our master expounds
The wonderful work by him done;
And though buns and mik are all we
can buy,
Indigestion we somehow avoid,
While in school we all try, with
might and with main,
To imitate gay Harold Lloyd.
Our rules! Our rules! Write Rule
Three twenty times!
Raise your voices boys hearty and clear,
Let us try still to break them
whenever we can,
For schoolmasters never we'll fear!
May masters and boys in one purpose
be bound -
The desire for more frequent long
rests -
Working "Toute la journee"
as tea-parties draw nigh,
Is worse than Reviews and french Tests.
But 'tis only by working at School
and at home,
That the tea-parties we can avoid:
If buns and hot milk were supplied
with the work,
Tea-parties would be more enjoyed!
We know what Room 46 has in store,
But no matter whate'er it may be
We'll file "Onward and
Upward" to Room Forty-six,
Ever striving from "cribs"
to be free.
And if e'er a companion, by Latin o'ercome,
Should falter when working it through,
May Mr E.P. be ever at hand,
Always ready to help him construe. |