I Pre-admonisheth Ye youth A youth but late returned from School, Fourteen, facetious, fat, I swear by that I cherish most, Videlicet 'My Hat'. II And defendeth His Oath Oaths are immoral people say, But still they come so pat When one's excited. It's not sin I'm sure, to say My Hat! III Instances when Ye Oath May be Needful When nightly slumbers broken are By symphony of cat, I think of spring traps, dogs, & death, And vengeful growl 'My Hat!' IV The Substance Of ye Oath I have but one, —a bowler 'tis As rough as any mat, The felt inside is cocoa-stained, Nathless I love my Hat. V Ye Conscience that Swayeth ye Youth Folks say it's seedy, but I stick To it the more for that. As Conscience keeps me to my word And lives inside my Hat VI The affection of ye Youth As student I shall keep it still, Moreover when I mat- riculate at seventeen I'll go up in my Hat. VII He imagineth Misfortune And if I miss, (which Heaven forbid) Proving myself a flat, Then I should find to my disgust, Myself inside my Hat. VIII And telleth Of his Poesie When you're at breakfast there will come The postman's rat-tat-tat, Bringing your business letters and These verses on my Hat.