A Stanford Nursery Rhyme by Anonymous

A Stanford Nursery Rhyme
by Anonymous


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A Stanford Nursery Rhyme
by Anonymous

When one goes to Stanford U, what sights does one see there?
Plants and fountains, tiled roofs, and also, everywhere,
People moving here and there, all about the grounds,
Utilizing varied methods as they make their rounds:
Trucks and autos, motorcycles, bicycles so fleet,
Rollerblades, and skateboards too, and sometimes even feet.

When one goes to Stanford U, what is there to do?
Wander through the Quad, the church, and hear the organ, too;
Go see Flicks, go up to Hoover Tower, for the view,
Go to classes, borrow books, return them when they're due,
Wonder how the squirrels get so black in fur, and mull
Over where to swim when Lagunita isn't full.

When you're done at Stanford U, what is there to be?
Pretty nearly anything, when you've got your degree.
Engineer or artist, scientist of noggin keen,
Corporate executive who treats 'em lean and mean,
Politician, lawyer, doctor, anchor for the news:
You're a Stanford graduate -- it's mighty hard to lose.

Originally published in SUL News Notes, August 11, 1995.
c 1995 Fleabonnet Press for the author.


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