To the Graduating Class

Farewell, you funky fogies
As you go your separate ways
Don't look to us for sympathy
We're here for three more days

Goodbye, grayed grumpy geezers
We've seen you at your best
(We've seen you at your worst as well,
But let's give that a rest)

So see you sometime, seniors
We'll really miss you tons
You're old and overbearing
But also lots of fun

Adios, oh ancient ones
We bid you all adieu
But school will still remain the same
With one small change: No YOU!