'Twas the night before physics, and all through the hall

Each student was stirring, loafer, grind, and all;

The text books were laid on the table with care,

As each nervous student pushed his hand through his hair;

That night not a fellow laid his head on his bed,

While visions of tangents floated through his head;

The "cribs" were being made, and by no means a few;

Also leaves from the text-book, and lines on the shoe.

With grinding and coffee the night passed away,

And then dawns the morning of that terrible day.

'Twas the night after physics, and all through the hall

Each student was stirring, loafer, grind and all;

The cards (aces up) were laid on the table with care,

As each jolly fellow placed his "ante-up" there;

That night every fellow was put in his bed,

While visions of "extra dry" float over his head.

[Princetonian.