Senior Class Poem

By Helen Little

If I should try a thousand years

To say what's in my heart

About the grandest class of all

I'd only have a start.

We do not need a solemn ode

To help recall the past.

The memories of our comradeship

And fun will always last.

Let this our promise be to you

Who cheered and taught the way:

We will be loyal to our school

In all we do and say.

We may not reach the heights of fame,

But all the world will know

By our clean lives and sportsmanship,

That we're from Angelo.