Plankton

One will be a warrior;
 One will be a priest;
One will deal in little cakes .
 And ices for a feast;
One will venture underseas;
 One will sweep the sky;
But here in study hall they frown
 O'er x square minus y,
One will be a banker;
 One will drive a truck;
One will teach the ladies bridge;
 One will shovel muck;
One will cure the stomach ache,
 While one is selling fudge;
But here they all through Hither Gaul
 With Caesar's legions trudge.
Soon, too soon, come wrinkles,
 Beards, and swelling girth;
Soon they don the liveries
 That placard men of earth;
Soon must come the need of gold,
 Restlessness and pain
 How they'll yearn to spatter ink
 In study hall again!

HAROLD WILLARD GLEASON.