“The Seniors' Farewell”

We were Freshies, awful green; Greener ones were never seen— "Everything's Gonna Be All Right." Davis, Solomon, Wright too— Oh, but we did make them blue, "Everything's Gonna Be All Right." We were Sophies gay, Making right-angled triangles, Building Cæsar's bridges every day. Juniors, then, wicked fate, On school nights mustn't date— "Everything's Gonna Be All Right." Seniors now, knowing all, How you'll miss us here next fall— "Everything's Gonna Be All Right." Juniors dear, don't you sigh, You may know more bye and bye— "Everything's Gonna Be All Right." If our grades were punk, We were sure to flunk—that's the bunk! At the "games" all our troubles we could "Can." Now we're through, sheepskin too, Nothing can the teachers do— Everything surely _IS_ all right.