How Nice It Is

How nice it is,

That we're on display.

In the Upper School Room

Where we ate once-upon-the-day.

Our manners were fine,

Even if straying sometime,

Indeed, we were no one's fool.

We knew we were at "finishing school".

Of course by the time we came along,

There was much more ahead than John Deo's song.

Four years of college loomed before us,

We were yet "unfishined"; college was a "must".

Still the Upper School Classes of today,

Might be "inspired", as they say,

To see such a group of twenty-five,

All in white blouses, with clean faces alive.

We could tell them:  those dining room  walls,

Heard our reaction, quite rightly appalled,

At the sufferings of people fleeing Communist  power,

When Tom Dooley spoke to us more than an hour,

I know that Jane and I, for sure,

Were ready to start a save-the-world tour.

If only Tom Dooley would lead over there,

If there was any cuter guy, we didn't know where.

And lunch came after many a missionary did speak,

Of their trials and their world, they gave us a  peek.

Yes, those dining room walls can attest,

That for "Involved", the Class of '62 was the  Best!

                                Lynne  3-13-12