They intend to send a wire <br />To the moon; <br />And they'll set the Thames on fire <br />Very soon; <br />Then they learn to make silk purses <br />With their rigs <br />From the ears of LADY CIRCE'S <br />Piggy-wigs. <br />And weasels at their slumbers <br />They'll trepan; <br />To get sunbeams from cuCUMbers <br />They've a plan. <br />They've a firmly rooted notion <br />They can cross the Polar Ocean, <br />And they'll find Perpetual Motion <br />If they can! <br /> <br />These are the phenomena <br />That every pretty domina <br />Hopes that we shall see <br />At this Universitee! <br /> <br />As for fashion, they forswear it, <br />So they say, <br />And the circle - they will square it <br />Some fine day; <br />Then the little pigs they're teaching <br />For to fly; <br />And the niggers they'll be bleaching <br />By-and-by! <br />Each newly joined aspirant <br />To the clan <br />Must repudiate the tyrant <br />Known as Man; <br />They mock at him and flout him, <br />For they do not care about him, <br />And they're "going to do without him" <br />If they can! <br /> <br />These are the phenomena <br />That every pretty domina <br />Hopes that we shall see <br />At this Universitee!<br /><br />William Schwenck Gilbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/girl-graduates/
