Why does he still keep ticking?
Why does his round white face
Stare at me over the books and ink
And mock at my disgrace?
Why does that thrush call, 'Dunce, dunce, dunce!'?
Why does that bluebottle buzz?
Why does the sun so silent shine? --
And what do I care if it does?
The Dunce was written by Walter de la Mare & Herbert Howells.