Sister Anselum had a big cane
Which she believed to be good for the brain
All my year in her class
My mind was in trash
But I passed out, so as not to explain.
Miss Maycroft showed me how to read maps
But said infants must still enjoy naps.
We had little beds
Where we all played dead.
Until the poor lady got into a flap.
The atlas impressed me with its grace;
How the whole world was laid out in space
Such geometric progression
Enlivened the lessons.
And held my mind in sweet embrace
How my heart sings 