Lessons are things that boys abhor,
They ought to be against the law,
Why are such things allowed to be?
Latin! French! and Geometry!

Hic! Esse! Poterat!
What's the good of learning that?
How I wish for a long, long rest,
From the Latin language-insana est.

Speaking French is almost as bad,
Surely French people must be mad,
Reciting pouvoir, je peux, etc.,
And saying things like la fenêtre.

Geometry's as nuts as it could be,
With its lines and points and its Q.E.D.,
Pythagoras and Euclid all schoolboys scorn,
Men like these should never be born.

History I find a terrible bore,
Except when we're learning about a war,
But knowing kings and all their dates,
That's what every normal schoolboy hates.

Maths, Geography, and others still,
Do their best our joy to kill,
But still we're happy, we'll be gay,
For drawing near is the holiday.