Show Says Still Pom Bids Fond Farewell This is yes this is After three years in this one I gotta move There's a lump in my things grow misty as my eyes fill with My body trembles with I try hard to fight back the I bite my lip and dig my fingernails deep in my And yet the tears I feel I long to take you all in my arms in one farewell I long to kiss the hems of your gowns in humble thankfulness and in grievous And I For am I not a Am I not the Must I not contain myself and say my farewells as I have said my hello's That I That I Would that I could forget it all and say to my my little my little oh my dear my dear who have learned and taught oh oh gently waving oh ivy-covered oh gates of knowledge that swung open so wide for me only four short years For us seniors about to take the final festivities will begin Sunday at the by the way is an old Latin phrase which means wish to hell I was at the beach right At the Baccalaureate we wear caps and Now caps and gowns is I like caps and gowns but not to The caps never The gown never The cap always My sensitive nasal passage is allergic to the unexpected influx of a My shoulders droop with the weight of endless yards of stale-smelling black casually formed to represent a stale-smelling black graduation At the president's tea Sunday afternoon we wear caps and The origin of these caps and gowns dates back to the year sewers of West Panguitch causing the Flood of West That same a resident of that having completed a correspondence course in to Correct Moody Chick from a progressive correspondence school in East decided he would celebrate the Stealthily stealing to his he removed the leaves and opened the trap door and climbed Groping about in the he chanced upon a sizable corn jug and climbed back into the upper regions once Once seated in his little log he proceeded to down his jug of amazing At the three quarter he decided he was weary and would So he put on his long night shirt and went to After he had lain there for a while he noticed there was something in the Blearily peering over the side of the bed he spied three pink midget moose who were doing a Bal-anese dance as several blue- violet snakes entwined themselves in their The snakes soon tired of and slithered onto the This astonished the little man and he leaped from his bed and ran placing a near-by soup tureen on his head for It was dark and he was so he didn't see a large mud puddle and fell into And as he stepped covered with from soup tureen to he was wearing a graduation outfit as we know it except for the which he soon added by fringing some this is this is It's been the past four years it out with Thomas and Editors is bless In spite of the I've loved every minute of and griped every minute of But I'd better there's a lump in my and a tear in my For the last time has |