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Show TO THE "SCHOOL GIRLS CHirauna the c Life is a wonderful journey, carriec We travel it in different stages, )ruary. First infancy, Oh those tender ye; letto As we turn backward to its pages. te Ta: t recor Then comes our happy childhaa selliI days j uiremi And we learn of the great outsid(maUol Of the valleys and streams anroper mountains, smucl And that the world is O so wide;nses At the age of six we have arriveJj,dact We are ready to enter school, E 'Tis here we choose our life lo; pr0, friends Unan( , Which generally is the rule. m tt i , jted ' This little group we call our clubd : Were iust once little school girls, Well, it's about forty years ago Mide Since we wore those braids aimgeE curls. -OTde: the Perhaps we didn't ever think inar Amid those days so free from car That after forty years had passed hasr Our same dear friendship we wou Gar share. m ions All too soon our school days passf- And we have all much older growT w Our lives have a different view s co We miss some that we've loved w know. ard This happy bunch of school S.-p , Went out into the world so wxle. V And each one in her own sweet wa; Became some man's happy bride. 0l Looking back o'er these many yedi Into our school girls group so nice There's one if we remember right Who has really tried it twice. Our roads may not all have been'J easy, Our paths not all paths of peace, F But friends true for forty years Help each others joy to increase. Somehow our hair will change its hue, .its Our faces and forms not quite tn same, It isn't always this that counts g Like keeping a real good name. Making friends is a very fine art, To which all do not have the cue. And yet to keep the friends weve made, ' Is an art that's harder to do. We hope this happy "School Girk j Club" Will always maintain tneir hold, And be friends and girls together, Now "and when we're growing old Liza Buckwalter. |
