I questioned him constantly
So homer threw his books at me
Ducking down the hall I legged it
Books made of leather and brass
Over my head they passed
If not I could have pegged it
Down the cloistered hall I ran
Over slabs spick and span
When I was stopped in my tracks
Confucius had me by the throat
Whereupon he did gloat
Choose a job you love, or go back
They tied a rope around my neck
So I thought what the heck
Pindar led me out into the courtyard
If you don’t read then you can fight
The Greek army is in full flight
And you can be the rearguard
Well I saw them coming over the hill
Ten thousand Persians set to kill
With Darius out in front in his chariot
Well I am not the cowardly one
Nor am I a soldier’s son
I think I’ll go and study under the harlot
Now all of this nonsense started
When homers leather books were parted
From his hand flying at my head
Since then I’ve been in Greek wars
In the shade but not indoors
To many arrows I’ll take books instead
