Sixth Form Dirge

(The second of the Black Hole Ballads)
(With apologies to R.L. Stevenson)

Under a wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let us lie;
Sad did we live but gladly die,
For exams on us do creep.

This be the verse you grave for us:
“Here they lie where there is no fuss;
Home are the workers, free from the cuss
Of tests – and let no masters weep!”

1925