Beasts of England you would make us
As we cowered in your class,
Cornered, while the marks were counted,
By the thought we wouldn't pass.

Soon or late the day was coming

As torment roused the dormitory we fell on him,
His crime, obesity, was hardly mild,
Stripped bed, cold water, shoves and jeers brought hell on him,
His infant cries provoking passions wild.