A blank, blue booklet in a college hall

A fountain pen, a printed paper all

That now is needed in this evil place For erring student's long-foreboded fall.

Some for the honors of the course, and some

Ask only C's, or even less to come.

Ah! Take the good and let the bad parts go;

Spare the blue pencil keep the errors mum.

And if, O Student, you should hap to pass

Or win high honors in your English class.

Rejoice ye then--pour the sparkling wine

And for your prof. fill up another glass.