Dancing Dust
	Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000)
	Love's Labour's Lost
Home Alphabetic index of poems Thematic index of poems Biography Gallery Contact and links	When ice-cubes tinkle in the glass, And Dick the student drinks his fill, And does the cha-cha with his lass, Thinking to climb home when he will, When knees be nipped and foul the way, Then Worcester Fellows sing this lay, Tu-whit, tu-who, A solemn call, While wily Dean doth grease the wall. When swearing drowns the climber's groans At boughs new-lopped with Bursar's saw, And spikes and bottle-glass make moans, And wrists and ankles red and raw, When he slips back who fain would stay, The Worcester Fellows sing this lay, Tu-whit, tu-who, A solemn call, While wily Dean doth grease the wall. It was reported that the "climbing-in place" for Worcester College in Hythe Bridge Street had been covered in axle-grease. cf  LLL act v, scene ii, 920 Oxford Times, 15 May 1964