Come out with me, O maiden mine,
Come out and roam the campus;
I'll wield the fairy bug-net thine,
And flounder through the bindweed vine,
A-puffing like a grampus.
The homely stone for thee shall yield
Its coleopterous treasure;
For thee across the stubble field
I'll chase the scarab's shining shield
And make believe its pleasure.
Each rotten log for us shall be
A casket of Pandora;
The crazy ant, the wicked flea,
The spunky cicindelidae
Shall help complete our Flora.
Or on some warm and dusky night
We'll hie us to the arbor;
With glucose syrup and a light
We'll lure the sphynx's heavy flight
Into our fatal harbor.
So come with me, O maiden mine,
O come and roam the campus;
Why wilt thou over tangents pine,
Or in Greek roots thy wits entwine,
A-puffing like a grampus.
