And hit Abijah on the head,
The wrathful freshman, in a trice,
Sent back another bigger slice,
Which, being buttered pretty well,
Made greasy work wher'e'er it fell.
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And thus arose a fearful battle:
The coffee-cups and saucers rattle,
The bread-bowis fly at woeful rate,
And break full many a learned pate.
* * *
Regardless of their shins and pates,
The bravest seiz'd the butter-plates,
And rushing headlong to the van,
Sustained the conflict man to man