The Schoolmaster's Motto

Hush ! silence in School — not a noise!
You shall soon see there's nothing to jeer at,
Master Marsh, most audacious of boys!
Come! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat! "

So this morn in the midst of the Psalm,
The Miss Siffkins's school you must leer at,
You're complained of — Sir! hold out your palm —
There! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat! "

You wilful young rebel, and dunce!
This offence all your sins shall appear at,
You shall have a good caning at once —
There! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat! "

You are backward, you know, in each verb,
And your pronouns you are not more clear at,
But you're forward enough to disturb —
There! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat! "

You said Master Twigg stole the plums,
When the orchard he never was near at,
I'll not punish wrong fingers or thumbs —
There! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat! "

You make Master Taylor your butt,
And this morning his face you threw beer at,
And you struck him — do you like a cut?
There! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat! "

Little Biddle you likewise distress,
You are always his hair, or his ear at, —
He's my Opt , Sir, and you are my Pess:
There! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat! "

Then you had a pitched fight with young Rouse,
An offence I am always severe at!
You discredit to Cicero-House!
There! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat! "

You have made too a plot in the night,
To run off from the school that you rear at!
Come, your other hand, now, Sir, — the right,
There! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat! "

I'll teach you to draw, you young dog!
Such pictures as I'm looking here at!
" Old Mounseer making soup of a frog, "
There! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat! "

You have run up a bill at a shop,
That in paying you'll be a whole year at —
You've but twopence a week, Sir, to stop!
There! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat! "

Then at dinner you're quite cock-a-hoop,
And the soup you are certain to sneer at —
I have sipped it — it's very good soup —
There! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat! "

T'other day when I fell o'er the form,
Was my tumble a thing, Sir, to cheer at?
Well for you that my temper's not warm —
There! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat! "

Why, you rascal! you insolent brat!
All my talking you don't shed a tear at,
There — take that, Sir! and that! that! and that!
There! — " Palmam qui meruit ferat! "
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