English Lit I, Whittier

Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!

With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
...
etc., etc., ...

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Well... once again admitting my ignorance has added to my knowledge.
Sounds like a cute poem. Majoring in enginnering it was a badge of
honor to never (legitimately) pass an English course (includin'
spellin'). Thank god for girlfriends. Became a bit more difficult when
I went back for a degree in marketing.