“Ode to Mr. Davis and Miss Solomon”

Hail to our chiefs who with wisdom have led us, Safe through the years that we've spent here in K. H. S.; Who taught us how, in their great, kindly manner, To enjoy the school days from September to June. They were our friends from the very beginning, When we entered as Sophs, bashful and shy, Helping the lost who from classrooms had wandered, Clearing so often our cloud-laden sky. Stern were their orders, to wrong-doing classmates— Stern, but so kindly that each tried his best To keep the escutcheon of K. H. S. white and stainless, By obeying all orders, and so helping the rest.