I must back to the Square again,
To the falling leaves and the Yard,
And all I ask is a small raise in my allowance (how about it?)
And some courses that aren't too hard.
And a tutor kind and a biddie blind
In a Harvard House baronial,
And some good plays and a musical show
In town at the Colonial.
I must back to the Square again,
For the call of the taxi horn
Is a wild call and a clear call
That may not be forgone;
And all I ask is a chill night
With the white lights calling,
And a closed car (with a radio)
And Brookline without stalling.
I must back to the Square again
To the vagrant lit'ry life,
To the Wolfe's way and the Widow's way
Though the bill's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a last roll in the mellow Cambridge clover,
And an A. B., and a soft job, when the long trek's over.
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