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We are not done for yet in spite of the faulty sums
We smudged and re-worked while urchins half our
       size
Looked on and mocked that our wits were stiff as our
       thumbs.
Although we were bred on chaff and certified lies
We are good for a thing or two yet. And I like to think
That we who were once the leading dunces in school
And after, the first in folly, may hearten the wise.
Jeers from the bullies now and the indignant cries
Of those who never blundered except in red ink
Fall deaf on the man fed up with playing the fool.