As previously mentioned, the Sem. Bot. members composed many songs on botanical subjects. Following are several songs in honor of Canis Pie, and a poem on "The Bacteriological Ball".

    PRUNUS PIE SONGS

    On Nebraska's prairies rolling
    Prunus besseyi hides its leaves
    Flowers in sessile umbels spreading
    On the sand a picture weaves
    Prunus besseyi we invite you
    With they fruit so round and black
    Sem Bot pie feed our just due
    Fill each mouth without a lack

    Gilmore found it rich and shining
    Filled a sack and brought it back
    Walker made a pie crust melting
    In our mouths when pushed within
    Sweet and juicy Canis Pie
    Full of hard things too we find
    But for all we will not die
    More and more of every kind
    ------------------------------V.W. Pool, tune Love Divine, etc.

    Plebean cares they all are dead
    We ne'er shall seek them more
    They fled when first we ate the pie
    From Prunus besseyi

    Oh Canis Canis Canis Pie
    We all shall eat it more
    We'll eat the Canis vera pie
    And pseudo-canis too

    Oh Prunus besseyi we'll eat
    And hope by it to grow
    In botany as great to be
    As Bessey and some more

    So pseudo-canis besseyi
    And Malus we'll eat too
    Cucurbita completes the list
    Of pseudo-canis pie

    Chorus:

    For canis pie we meet tonight
    And pseudo-canis pie
    We'll take a slice of Prunus pie
    Of Prunus besseyi
    ------------------------------E.R. Walker, tune Auld Lang Syne

"The Bacteriological Ball"

A gay bacillus to gain her glory,
Once gave a ball in a laboratory.
The fete took place on a coverglass,
Where vulgar germs could not harass.
None but the cultured were invited,
For Microbe Chicks are well united.
They closely shut the ballroom doors,
To all the germs containing spores.
The staphylococci first arrived,
To stand in groups they all contrived.
The Diplococci came in view,
A trifle late and two by two.
The Streptococci took great pains,
To seat themselves in graceful chains,
The Pneumococci stern and haughty,
Declared the Gonococci naughty,
And said they would not come at all,
If the Gonos were present at the ball.
The fete began, the mirth ran high,
With not a fear of danger nigh.
Each germ enjoyed himself that nite,
Without a fear of a phagocyte.
'Twas getting late and some were loaded,
When bang! the formaldehyde exploded;
And drenched that happy dancing mass,
That swarmed the fated coverglass.
No one survived but perished all,
At that bacteriological ball.
---------------------------------------Mailed in by Ruth Weinard