There was a time when still at school
At Latin I was such a fool.
And when it came to noun declensions
I was quickly ordered to detention
And there watched by a cap and gown
I wrote the conjugations down
Amo, Amas, Amat.
I did not love and that was that.
I asked what’s all the fuss
Why me Lord, Quid mihi Dominus?
And all that He would ever say,
Oramus, oramus let us pray
And so it was on bended knee
I offered up my only plea:
Quare hoc malum why is this bad?
I felt like I had been had.
I saw no purpose in this dead lingo
Can you imagine Roman Bingo?
Duos dominarum, two fat ladies, eighty-eight,
Nunc finis, end this now, I cannot wait
Then one day the course was switched
And Latin learning could be ditched.
But what that made me I am unsure.
Vox et praeterea nihil, a voice and nothing more