Oh,I learned Latin and it’s Greek to me
Amo, amas,amat oh will you soon love tea?
Dryden did translations and he was very good
Producing splendid verses as a very wild poet should
He tranlated the Aeneid and I have spelled it wrong
Down amid the dunces I am happy to belong.
Half the words in English are Latin I have found
Memento mori, lament glory ,words in which I drown
Mea culpa, mea culpa,I should have learned by now
Kyrie Eleison is Greek I fear , but how?
Now the Mass in English it cannot still evoke
The feelings and the spiritual , they both went up in smoke
Civis and civility, eros and sweet love
Will we stay in Pardise wth the holy dove?
Yet we don’t learn Hebrew to recite the Psalms
We don’t need electric lights to do a lot of harm
Annulled by eerie marriage, void and overspent
I have crossed out history and I didn’t find dissent
