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This is the time when larks are singing loud / And higher still ascending and more high, / This is the time when many a fleecy cloud / Runs lamb-like on the pastures of the sky, / This is the time when most I love to lie / Stretched on the links, now listening to the sea, / Now looking at the train that dawdles by; / But James is going in for his degree.
James is my brother. He has twice been ploughed, / Yet he intends to have another shy, / Hoping to pass (as he says) in a crowd. / Sanguine is James, but not so sanguine I. / If you demand my reason, I reply: / Because he reads no Greek without a key / And spells Thucydides c-i-d-y; / Yet James is going in for his degree.