In fancy floats away;
He walks old Massachusetts Hall
As he walked yesterday.
Again the rows of students bend
O'er blue books as before;
Again a snowy paper falls
And flutters to the floor;
Again he charges down upon
The hapless Sophomore.
Alas! that paper's snow is soiled
By drops of inky fate;
Cribs have held Oranges ere now,
This "crib" holds many a date;
Ah! Sophomore, a summons waits
To bid thee rusticate.
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