The Sweet Girl Grad

In rosy June

     It makes us glad

To write a rune

     To her, sweet grad.

Though we’re a vet,

     And past, we guess,

We can’t forget

     Her winsomeness.

How fair she looks

     Upon the stage;

Mistress of books

     And all the rage.

To classic land

     She holds the key;

She waves her wand –

     But her we see.

Ah, well! ‘Tis well,

     The sweet girls grad

Fulfils her spell,

     And makes us glad.

She is so tall,

     She is so sweet

The world and all

     Is at her feet.

Too bad it seems

     That by and by,

Her classic dreams

     Must drop and die.

That she must throw

     Aside her book,

And learn to sew

     And sweep and cook!

May 31, ‘10