We are lovers of improvements, we admire progressive movements  We're the mortals of an age of many things  And we harp on education, it's our foremost calculation  And we praise the learned products that it brings  Our professors brains are burning  With the boundless store of learning  For we think our minds' the most important part  And the man who is commanding  Is the man of understanding  So we never think to educate the heart  Ignorant hearts, there's nothing more to say  Ignorant hearts,