At first you are called a fish,
But you have only a year to wait,
‘Til you can call others the same,
Especially after they take the bait.
These are the ways of things at the School on High.
You are not yet the big dog,
But you are also no longer the fish,
Fewer can push you this way and that,
Three more years, but only one, don’t you wish.
These are the ways of things at the School on High.
You’re finally old enough to leave the grounds,
For that favorite time of day, known as lunch.
Two more years of fun and life – yeah right!
You finally learn that studying is far better than to crunch.
These are the ways of things at the School on High.
This is it! This is the year it all happens!
At last, you’re finally at the very topmost peak!
You are god, lord, and master to all those little fish!
You look at them, and many more colleges you do seek!
These are the ways of things at the School on High.
You think you’re done, but never, at least not yet.
Another four years or so, have you, but in this, the meantime,
You are at the age where you can dance and party real late.
You can save your money, but certainly more than a dime.
These are the ways at the School on High – er!
