The Teacher Was Wise And Learned, I Wis, All Nonsense She Held In Scorning, But You Never Can Tell What The Primmest Miss Will Do Of A Bright Spring Morning. What This One Did Was To Spread A Snare For Feet Of A Youth Unheeding, As March, With A Meek And Lamb-Like Air, To Its Very Last Hour Was Speeding. Oh, He Was The Dullard Of His Class, For How Can A Youth Get Learning With His Eyes Aye Fixed On A Pretty Lass And His Heart Aye Filled With Yearning? "Who Finds 'Mong The Rushes Which Fringe A Pool," She Told Him, "The First Wind Blossom, May Wish What He Will" - Poor April Fool, With But One Wish In His Bosom. Her Gray Eyes Danced - On A Wild-Goose Chase he'd Sally Forth On The Morrow, And, Later, She'd Laugh In His Sombre Face, And Jest At His Words Of Sorrow. But Penitence And A Troubled Mind Were Fruits Of The Night'S Reflection; After All, He Was Simple, And Strong, And Kind - 'Twas Wrong To Flout His Affection. They Met On The Hill As She Walked To School; He Said, Unheeding Her Blushes, "Here'S The Early Flower Your April Fool Found Growing Among The Rushes. "Take It Or Leave It As You Will" - His Voice Ringing Out So Clearly Awoke In Her Heart A Happy Thrill - "You Know That I Love You Dearly." Day-Dreams Indulged As She Taught The School Held Lovers Kneeling And Suing; "Take It Or Leave It" - Her April Fool Was Masterful In His Wooing. He Gave Her The Flower - She Gave Him A Kiss - His Suit She Had Long Been Scorning; But You Never Can Tell What The Primmest Miss Will Do Of A Bright Spring Morning.