Jane always was a timid girl, a rather
shy and timid girl,
And when she went to college she was
terrified to death.
She tiptoed up the front steps, the
dreadful public front steps,
Then pressed against the wall inside,
and almost held her breath.
But somebody soon saw her there,
standing lost and silent there
And showed her to the cloakroom where
she took off coat and hat,
And after taking ages – yes, she made
it take her ages -
She returned to the Common Room – she
knew her way to that.
And sitting in a corner, a nice
convenient corner,
She watched the others dash about and
laugh and joke and yell,
And during all that first week it seems
she sat in corners
And why she didn't die there is more
than she can tell.
But now she's been at college for ages,
simply ages,
And you can see her dash about and
laugh and yell and joke,
And when she sees the “freshers”
sitting frightened in their corners
She can never understand it,
No she cannot understand it
For she says we're all such kindly,
harmless, friendly sort of folk.
