When I see the third-classers and the jokerly men
Too as Ph.Ds.,
It pains me, pains me really
To see the state of the doctorate
Thpose who do not deserve it at all
Too are doctorates,
how can it be,
How can it be,
I just think,
A primary schoolteacher
He is also calling himself a Ph.D.,
A high schoolteacher
All those good students not,
But the bogus and bluffing pones
Who joined with just their simple B.A. pass
Or H.S.,
Now calling them, selves Ph.Ds.
After doing ti all simply and privately.
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