Girl Graduates

THEY intend to send a wireTo the moon;And they'll set the Thames on fireVery soon;Then they learn to make silk pursesWith their rigsFrom the ears of Lady Circe'sPiggy-wigs.And weazels at their slumbersThey'll trepan;To get sunbeams from cucumbersThey've a plan.They've a firmly rooted notionThey can cross the Polar Ocean,And they'll find Perpetual MotionIf they can!

These are the phenomenaThat every pretty dominaHopes that we shall seeAt this Universitee!

As for fashion, they forswear it,So they say,And the circle—they will square itSome fine day;Then the little pigs they're teachingFor to fly;And the niggers they'll be bleachingBye and bye!Each newly joined aspirantTo the clanMust repudiate the tyrantKnown as Man;They mock at him and flout him.For they do not care about him,And they're "going to do without him"If they can!

These are the phenomenaThat every pretty dominaHopes that we shall seeAt this Universitee!