The class at "four" had had its fill, And thoughts refused to come until Gurney announced they'd have to stay In after school to make them pay For all the troubles he had borne With such a class — 'twas hope forlorn. But Fumi, all on pleasure keen Arose and tapped Marge on the bean; Eileen, resenting such display With venom hollered aloud, "I say!" Then Lin, awakening from his trance Favored the victims with an 'orrible glance. And Norah Richmond, thrilled to the heart, Said to Kathie, "Gosh, he things he's smart!" Kathie responded with her usual sniff. "If I were closer I'd give him a biff." Frances, disturbed in her concentration, Murmured, "My conscience, what's the demonstration?" And Mr. Gurney began to peep. "Dear sir: We now are in receipt —" But Dorothy, missing a line or two. Hollered, "Say, what's the outline for "who"? And Blanche in response, leaped up in her chair, An traced the word with her pen in mid-air. Then Timmy, shocked at all this riot. Yelled, "For gosh sakes, do be quiet!" Stan in the corner, undistributed, Said "My, those girls should be curbed." And David, displaying his newly waved-hair And carefully arranging his noisy neckwear Adjusted his glasses with great precision And gazed at Joan — oh, what a vision! (?) Then Mr. Gurney interfered, And the look in his eyes was one to be feared. "Miss Don, will you please read that back!" —Oh shucks, what can a feller do? The moral appeared a decade later, Each of these students was a second-rater, They paid for all their misdemeanours, As window washers and chimney cleaners.
