And forget that you have some rationalia.
What you must do is discard your paint
And in the near future try to acquaint
Your inquisitive mind with Widener's geography,
Commit to memory its topography
So that when next you enter the door,
You can walk, eyes-shut, past the "horrors" of war.
But if this plan doesn't meet with approval,
Give everyone notice of their removal;
And like the assistant profs' sweet salving ointment,
Give them a one-year concluding appointment.