Witherboy Fumblebottom Goes to SkoolFollow

At the moidly gates of St. Mumblers,
I sarance a thimblenanny, doffing well.
Walking on, tall as a catsby, all is swell.
But hark! Uncouth ruffians, bumblers all,
Come like manors from the tarring black;
Pimpernels drawn, hatchsticks down,
They loom-walk, drowning courage.

With trembling hand and wobbling gait I walk on,
O'er the body of milk-dearth childe;
I run not, bravery treads water, and they pass
Like summer rain, fleeting. All is bright,
The quiet eats passing jeers, gobbled down,
And knowledge hits in silent, giddy rush,
world slowing: I am in skool agane!

According to some of the words in the OP he is slumming it at a school for the lower, lower-class.

Sheffield University?

Studies in Royal Idleness and Wastage of Taxpayer Money?

His father pulled a few strings and young Witherboy now takes his Toffing classes with the post-grads.