Undergraduates in summer
Having sex and playing sport
Grow sick of their diploma
And the lectures they are taught
Sick for idleness and sunshine
Sick for soggy chips and beer
For the moped streets of London
For a flat and a career
Oxford is over, and overdone
Only the Old will preserve it
But we, my love, we are Young
We did nothing to deserve it.
by Paul Abbott
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