Will is the pride of all the girls, The slave of every teacher, When someone wants a window closed, She calls on “Jube,” poor creature.

Clayt is the lad who’s in to win, He is the teachers’ boy, And though at times his face is sad, His heart is full of “Joy.”

Gertie has made a record proud, She seldom failed in class, She studied hard these last four years And well deserved to pass.

Bertha, the singer of our class, How diligent she’s been! She did her share of whispering, But then that’s not a sin.

Bess is the class historian, That office, well, she’ll fill. She’s “Sortore” set in all her ways, And has an iron “Will.”