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                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Gramatyka                                                                                                                                                                                                I                                                                                                                                                                                                    O klasztorze mi  się marzy,                                                                                                                                Ale trudność w tym jedynie:                                                                                                                                                                          Tam się modlą z brewiarzy,                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Ja nie umiem po łacinie.                                                                                                                                                                         Więc mi matka, więc mi ciotka                                                                                                                     Przywołały mędrca dziada,                                                                                                                                                        Co każdemu kogo spotka,                                                                                                                                    Horacego ody gada.                                                                                                                                                Ten mi w długich chwil przeciągu                                                                                                                                       Nieskończone męki czyni:                                                                                                                                                                        O ę o k, o dyftongu,                                                                                                                                                          Feminini masculini,                                                                                                                                                                                   Jak przypadki się odmienia                                                                                                                                              Przez końcówek zmianę samą…                                                                                                                                                                 Szło mi wszystko jak  z kamienia,                                                                                                                                            A najtrudniej słowo amo.                                                                                                                                                                                                              II                                                                                                                                                                                    Widzi matka, widzi ciotka,                                                                                                                                                                        Że czas nauk darmo płynie,                                                                                                                                                                                      Że po polsku choć szczebiotka,                                                                                                                          Nic nie umiem po łacinie.                                                                                                                                          Matka, ciotka rada w radę,                                                                                                                           Że upływa piękna pora,                                                                                                                                         Że do mniszek nie dojadę,                                                                                                                                   Trzeba zmienić preceptora,                                                                                                                                                                                                            Że staruszek choć co chwila                                                                                                                              Zdań łacińskich palnie trzysta                                                                                                                                        Z Horacego i z Wirgila,                                                                                                                                                                                         Nic dziewczyna nie skorzysta.                                                                                                                          Wrócił pewny Staś z Berlina                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Dobry chłopiec z pewną famą,                                                                                                                                                       Ten niech Kursa rozpoczyna,                                                                                                                                                                              Niech wykłada słowo Amo.                                                                                                                                                                                                               III                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Wąs miał czarny, bystre oko                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    I z pochwalnym wrócił listem.                                                                                                                                         Spojrzał w oczy, och! głęboko,                                                                                                                                                                       I odmienił nauk system.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Ucałował w rączki, w lice,                                                                                                                                                                                                Żem pojęła bez mistrzyni,                                                                                                                                                                                   Co to znaczy w gramatyce;                                                                                                                                                         Feminini, masculini                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 1119                                                                                                                                                                 

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