THE Prex saw the Freshman from afar,
Where he "wandered lonely as a" - star.
So he polkaed near
With an air severe,
And he said, "You agree
A dig to be,
On pain of forfeiting your degree."
Said the Fresh, "Oh yes,
I guess no less
Will satisfy you
And carry me through;
And, as I affect
That's just what I intend to do."
For this Freshman was such a verdant fool,