A Brilliant Parody of "O Captain! My Captain" by a friend of mine

O JESSI! my Jessi! our fearful trip is done;
The mind has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
Graduation is near, the tune I hear, the students all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady march, the organ grim and slowing:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the stage my Jessi lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Jessi! my Jessi! rise up and hear the song;
Rise up—for you the hats are flung—for you the provost speaks;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the chapel crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Jessi! dear student!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the stage,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Jessi does not answer, her lips are pale and still;
My comrade does not feel my arm, she has no pulse nor will;
Her diploma printed safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor GPA, comes in with object won;
Exult, O students, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the stage my Jessi lies,
Fallen cold and dead.