THE WYKEHAMIST
Broad of Church and broad of mind, broad before and broad behind,
A keen ecclesiologist, a rather dirty Wykehamist.
‘Tis not for us to wonder why he wears that curios knitted tie;
We should not cast reflections on the very slightest kind of don.
We should not giggle as we like at his appearance on his bike;
It’s something to become a bore, and more than that at twenty- four.
It’s something too to know your wants and go full pelt for Norman fonts.
Just now the chestnut trees are dark and full with shadow in the park,
And "six o’clock!" St Mary calls above the mellow college walls.
The evening stretches arms to twist and captivate her Wykehamist.
But not for him these autumn days, he shuts them out with heavy baize;
He gives his ovaltine a stir and nibbles at a ‘petit beurre’,
And, satisfying fleshly wants he settles down to Norman fonts.
