Classic Poem

Look at them blowing at these flowers!
This game is good enough for girls,
But you and I are trousered men,
And mean to end as belted earls.
And when we've shot with bows and bolts,
And shot our arrows, used our swords,
I have no doubt that we shall both
Be members of the House of Lords:
For these hereditary joys
Are given to the boldest boys.