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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519104" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anecdote For Fathers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the late W. W. (of H.M. Inland Revenue Service).<br>And is it so? Can Folly stalk <br>And aim her unrespecting darts <br>In shades where grave Professors walk <br>And Bachelors of Arts?<br>I have a boy, not six years old, <br>A sprite of birth and lineage high: <br>His birth I did myself behold, <br>His caste is in his eye.<br>And oh! his limbs are full of grace, <br>His boyish beauty past compare: <br>His mother's joy to wash his face, <br>And mine to brush his hair!<br>One morn we strolled on our short walk, <br>With four goloshes on our shoes, <br>And held the customary talk <br>That parents love to use.<br>(And oft I turn it into verse, <br>And write it down upon a page, <br>Which, being sold, supplies my purse <br>And ministers to age.)<br>So as we paced the curving High, <br>To view the sights of Oxford town <br>We raised our feet (like Nelly Bly), <br>And then we put them down.<br>'Now, little Edward, answer me'— <br>I said, and clutched him by the gown— <br>'At Cambridge would you rather be, <br>Or here in Oxford town?'<br>My boy replied with tiny frown <br>(He'd been a year at Cavendish), <br>'I'd rather dwell in Oxford town, <br>If I could have my wish.'<br>'Now, little Edward, say why so; <br>My little Edward, tell me why.' <br>'Well, really, Pa, I hardly know.' <br>'Remarkable!' said I:<br>'For Cambridge has her 'King's Parade,' <br>And much the more becoming gown; <br>Why should you slight her so,' I said, <br>'Compared with Oxford town?'<br>At this my boy hung down his head, <br>While sterner grew the parent's eye; <br>And six-and-thirty times I said, <br>'Come, Edward, tell me why?'<br>For I loved Cambridge (where they deal— <br>How strange!—in butter by the yard); <br>And so, with every third appeal, <br>I hit him rather hard.<br>Twelve times I struck, as may be seen <br>(For three times twelve is thirty-six), <br>When in a shop the Magazine <br>His tearful sight did fix.<br>He saw it plain, it made him smile, <br>And thus to me he made reply:— <br>'At Oxford there's a Crocodile; <br>And that's the reason why.'<br>Oh, Mr. Editor! my heart <br>For deeper lore would seldom yearn, <br>Could I believe the hundredth part <br>Of what from you I learn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Arthur+Quiller-Couch">Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch</a><div class=q>
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And is it so? Can Folly stalk 
And aim her unrespecting darts 
In shades where grave Professors walk 
And Bachelors of Arts?
I have a boy, not six years old, 
A sprite of birth and lineage high: ..."></div>
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