The Craven
Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a volume bleary
That was simply Greek to me,
While I plodded, hotly cramming
For divisional examming,
Came a craven fear so damning
Damning hope for my degree,
"I've but one more week," I shuddered,
"After that the third degree."
Quoth the Craven, "No A. B.!"
Ah, it was a queer sensation
Cramming during Spring vacation,
For my precious concentration