Advice To Posterity
Without a doubt this Senior Class,
Is somewhat different from the last.
I’ll have to tell you in what way,
They turned their teachers hair to gray.
They always ran they never walked,
When they were shushed they always talked.
They had no dignity or poise-
Where they were gathered there was noise,
Always late and not on time,
The way they’d act, it was a crime!
When told to walk, they’s always run,
Teachers are really heroes unsung.
They had no mania to learn,
On Monday for Friday they would yearn.
At their antics teachers laughed,
Tho’ often told them they were daft.
To tell the truth, it’d take too long,
To mention, all in one small song,
The numerous rules they often broke,
But caught while breaking, was no joke.
And so to you our future Seniors,
Abstain from any misdemeanors.
Mind your teachers, cut up never,
Behave – and let who will, be clever