The blossoms bud among the trees
The spring has finally sprung Warm skin welcomes a gentle breeze And the lettermans are hung. The temperatures start to rise Days flutter by like the birds Expected, but still surprised Essays sent under 600 words. Our companions have grown They always say time flies With graduation parties thrown It’s time to say goodbye. The pink trees will turn to green Homemade lemonade fills your cup Youngstown will do its summer thing While our Seniors are growing up. |
They toss their graduation caps
And we know that they will soar We look across a broad map Of where Mooney Students will tour. The red and gold will miss you The Cardinals still cheer your name Without you the halls are blue We’re very glad you came. We thank you for lessons taught And the humor— uncompared Thank you for the games fought And the lessons that you shared. Thank you Senior Staff Members, We had a kick start of a year I hope you always remember; The Beakon will be here. |