Now spring has come to Oxfordshire And sunshine to the city There's people in the parks, because The parks are looking pretty.
The uni' owns the land along The lazy River C, That gives oxygenated bliss To God, and man, and me.
The flowers by the entrance were All yellow and vermillion - I passed them on the way towards The cricketing pavilion.
 
So, as I lay upon the grass And stretched, and yawned, at ease, A flagpole that's without a flag Was tickled by a breeze.