At Our Old School
At our old school we have a ball
The teachers always give their all
The students have a great time too
They learn to think; they learn to do
We use old methods, our 'downfall'
Our critics claim to be appalled
They press us to try something new
At our old school
We hold our ground, stand proud and tall
Our critics have a lot of gall
Just let them teach a class or two
Let them try out their 'something new'
Let's see if they will rise or fall
At our old school
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