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.