'Twas orgy, and the hip and mod And as in raffish thought he sprawled,
Did groove and trip out at the pad: The Radcliffe girl, no idle flirt,
All whimsy were the slamming chicks, Crept past the hippies getting balled
And the Radcliffe undergrad. And doffed her miniskirt.
"Beware the Radcliffe girl, my son! One, two! One, two! And through
The looks that melt, the claws that and through
catch! The venerable staff went snicker-snack!
Beware the Byrn Mawr deb, and shun He left her bred, sans maidenhead,
The uppity Wellesleysnatch!" And went galumphing back.
He took his venerable staff in hand: "And hast thou laid the Radcliffe girl?
Long time the cool young stuff he Come to my arms, my horny boy!
sought -- O spaced-out day! Calooh! Callay!"
So rested he among the spree He cackled in his joy.
And paused to smoke some pot.
'Twas orgy, and the hip and mod
Did groove and trip out at the pad:
All whimsy were the slamming chicks,
And the Radcliffe undergrad.