|
1:
Hark! The purple
shirts draw near,
and once more, the words are clear!
Peace on earth and write no wrongs,
Just two more weeks; we must be strong!
Joyful, all ye
Cooleagues rise,
Fill the hallways with your cries,
With angelic prose proclaim
"Term's soon out and we're home again!"
Hark! The purple shirts draw near,
We should hit $1,000 next year!
2:
O English shirt!
O English shirt!
How odd have been your sayings!
O English shirt! O English shirt!
As we with words are playing!
First we wrote on and next composed,
With rhetoric vanquished all our foes!
O English shirt! O English shirt!
How odd have been your sayings!
3:
We the teachers
of English are;
If we're online, we grade from afar,
Themes and topics till we're myopic
But wearing our shirts - we star!
O shirt of
wonder, shirt so right
Shirt with golden letters bright,
Forward leading, still proceeding
Guides us all - or at least it might...
and
mercifully,
|
4, the last of
all:
Oh, the Friday is
quickly coming,
And carols we'll all be humming,
But these are the words I'll blurt:
Wear the shirt! Wear the shirt! Wear the shirt!
Well, the term's
showing signs of stopping,
And I've got some slips for dropping,
So don't fall asleep -be alert
Wear the shirt! Wear the shirt! Wear the shirt!
When we finally
hand in grades,
How we'll all feel free at last!
And if we got it right,
Most of our students have passed!
Now my
inspiration's slowly dying,
And, my dears, for bed, I'm trying,
But as long as it means paydirt,
Wear the shirt! Wear the shirt! Wear the shirt!
Cooleagues!
Sorry to annoy
you again so soon; I bet you thought I was out of the way until at
least next year. However, I have wonderful news, given to me by Dawn
today!
All rise at
your desks, please, before singing!
Joy to the world!
the word is come;
It's time for the Brinks trucks;
It's truly a "grand" sum:
We've made a thousand bucks...
We've made a thousand bucks...
We've made, we've made a thousand bucks!
Thanks to the
shirts! we've raised tons of cash;
And made our Fund so strong;
No hopes need now be dashed,
For our shirts could do no wrong...
Our shirts could do no wrong...
Our shirts, our shirts could do no wrong...
We rule the world
in amazing shirts,
And make all GC see (!)
The glories of our generosity
And wonders of our shirt,
And wonders of our shirts...
And wonders, and wonders of our shirts! |