The days of April flew on by
And now we’re into May
So many things have filled my heart
I’m not sure what to say
For some of us the second act
Appears to be right now
With pain and trouble in the zone
Which makes up quite an ow
And others seem to be alright
But they are leaving me
To go on to their jobs and such
And greener pastures see
The seniors go along their way
Will I see them again?
The lovely people that I know
The great, fantastic men
Besides all them, the underclass
Will also go back home
While I still have exams to take
Before yonder I roam
To clean, to cry, to say goodbye
They’re all on my to-do
But what will life on campus be
Without the lot of you?