Classic Poem

A Latin School young man,
A four-eyed, sawed-off young man,
A midnight oil-burning,
A Latin-root-learning,
A cramming-for-college young man.

An English High School young man,
A hair-brushed-down-flat young man,
A downy-mustached,
By-nothing-abashed,
A cut-out-for-a-clerk young man.

O! a Lotus-eater I wish to be,
To stand by the edge of the blue-green sea.
To eat of the flower that makes one forget
His Latin and Greek, and how to fret;
O! a Lotus-eater I wish to be,
To stand by the edge of the blue-green sea.