The Singular Student

[helgi]

My teacher spent her days,

Sittin' round cryin'

For her hour glass,

The apple did lay,

Not upon her desk,

But on the mantle,

Of shame,

She said I was far too young,

But she changed her mind,

Thought of all the summer weddings,

Left so far behind,

I made an earthling of an angle,

How gladly we created everything