E. W. JACOT (QUEEN’S)

HERE’S a daffodil Nodding to the hill, Tipsy in the sunlight Drinking his fill. Here’s a violet Pearled in dew as yet, Smiling in the wood shade, Sweet coquette!

QUEEN Anne is dead ’Tis often said, For my part I agree. But she lived full ten score years ago And so She ought to be.

There was a scholar Of Oxford Town. He read till his wits were blunt. He put his gown On upside down, And his cap On back to front.