Your bodies between your knees!

Pheugh! How old memory rushes
Over me!--Pulled indeed!
Though LEO seldom gushes,
And these be of LEO's breed,
The blood of an Old Blue flushes
At the Young Blues' power and speed!

Coach them, or patronise them?
Nay, I've no call for that.
To cheer them, not to advise them,
I'm on this path,--that's pat!
Affection admiringly eyes them:--
Once in a boat I sat!

Pulled my weight at a pinch,
For odds cared never a "cuss;"
No stern-chase caused me to flinch,
But--always detested fuss.
Strain the last ounce, and inch!
Races are won, boys, _thus_!

Look a most likely lot,
Lionlets lithe and young.
Pace? They will make it hot.
Few can have feathered and swung
Better. Tall talk is rot;
But, hang it! I _must_ give tongue!