Girl Graduates.

They intend to send a wire     To the moon;     And they'll set the Thames on fire     Very soon;     Then they learn to make silk purses     With their rigs     From the ears of Lady Circe's     Piggy-wigs.     And weazels at their slumbers     They'll trepan;     To get sunbeams from cucumbers     They've a plan.     They've a firmly rooted notion     They can cross the Polar Ocean,     And they'll find Perpetual Motion     If they can!     These are the phenomena     That every pretty domina     Hopes that we shall see     At this Universitee!     As for fashion, they forswear it,     So they say,     And the circle they will square it     Some fine day;     Then the little pigs they're teaching     For to fly;     And the niggers they'll be bleaching     Bye and bye!     Each newly joined aspirant     To the clan     Must repudiate the tyrant     Known as Man;     They mock at him and flout him,     For they do not care about him,     And they're "going to do without him"     If they can!     These are the phenomena     That every pretty domina     Hopes that we shall see     At this Universitee!