The tree of wisdom summons
The souls of victors dead
Stand forth above the commons
As we soar thru’ mines ahead
Admirals pulling their weight
As the compass sets to shore
A journey that can ne’er wait
Endless purpose is our chore
Wise are the sages of time
Unraveling the secrets of lore
Staging the essence of rhyme
Beckoning the warriors afore
Time shall not besiege us
As the battle rages on
Dreams shall not abandon us
Until our mission is done
A school is what we plan
to start and shall not end
To reach the elusive honor
of scholarly stupend