A complacent old Don of Divinity
Made boast of his daughter's virginity.
They must have been dawdlin'
Down at old Magdalen --
It could never have happened at Trinity.

There was a young man from Dunbar
Who playfully pickled his ma.
When he finished his work
He remarked with a smirk,
"This will make quite a family jar."

Concerning the bees and the flowers
In the fields and gardens and bowers,
You will note at a glance
That their ways of romance
Haven't any resemblance to ours.