“Course It's So”

A school may have its Seniors, And its Sophomores great and small, Its green and tiny freshmen, Who are in the way of all. But there's something that a high school Can never do without: It's Juniors. Sure, that's so. Why, the school would be as dead as death, There'd be no fun at all, And the teachers,—they'd all be glum— Just wander through the hall. For a Junior is like a color bright, I tell you, 'cause I know. Oh, how you'd miss us—yes, you would! Why, you know it's so. The Juniors are just naturally Happy as a bright spring bird. They'll laugh and talk and say the funniest Things you ever heard. They're every bit of life that's here, They've not a single foe! Everyone's a jolly Junior's friend! 'Fess up!—of course it's so. What'd you do if all of us— I mean each Junior chum— Should all go way and not come back? Oh, yes, you'd miss us some. Just think! No Juniors, none at all. So make old Keokuk High go! Where to? Oh, moving on, I mean. You'd miss us! True, that's so. Who's your friend when everything Looks so wretched and gray, And nothing seems to be quite right— Nothing you do or say? Think it over—over, just think hard, Think of all the friends you know, 'Member?—your Junior pals. Of course—isn't it so!