Classic Poem

Oh, hand me down my spectacles,
Oh, hand them down to me,
That I may read and know, indeed,
If our good Grover C.
Hath bid me stand at his right hand,
Where I have longed to be.

Oh, hand me down my microscope;
These specs ill serveth me:
But I have hope the microscope
Will give me pow'r to see
My noble name where lasting fame
Intended it should be.

Alas! nor specs nor microscope
Nor aught availeth me.
My name is missed from all the list
Where it should surely be.
And if, ere long, affairs go wrong,
The blame 's with Grover C.