I once did think myself a measured man.
A man of timely manner, clean and true.
I’d greet the day full-dressed ere it began,
And spend it well, as punctual people do.
I once did think myself a measured man.
I once did keep my desk so orderly,
No thing could e’re be reckoned out of place.
One speck of dust stood out for all to see,
And I must clear it quick, else sue for grace.
I once did keep my desk so orderly.
I once would go to bed in goodly time,
And read a bit, perchance, ere I would sleep.
And wake again as light first kissed the sky.
What fine and healthy hours did I keep!
I once would go to bed in goodly time.
I once partook of vegetables each meal.
And though they still await in hallowed hall,
We all have heard the waffle’s great appeal,
And know so well the glorious pizza’s calls.
I once partook of vegetables each meal.
I once did sneer in pride at those of whom
I’d heard such tales of college witchery,
Like all-nighters and PJ’s worn at noon.
Yet chillingly, now thrillingly, I see:
That fool awake at three AM is me!