The Spike or Victoria University College Review 1934
I swats and I swats,
'Till for floating blots
I cant tell a goal from a try;
'Till endless equations, and Tully's orations
Are fragment of Liddell and Scott's.
I plays and I plays,
For I find it pays,
And I give slight thought to November,
I scorn swat capers and burn no tapers,
And find myself capped with B.A.s.
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