Shakespeare we read and o’er Yeats we despaired,
When he didn’t come up and we all were prepared.
By Mrs Collins and Walsh – who’d more strings to their bow,
And involved us in plays and had us at hello.

We studied religion with Fr Frank G,
Who couldn’t put up with legs crossed at the knee.
He told us to sit straight and we listened well,
To his wisdom and knowledge and the stories he’d tell.

We recall Sr Margaret and her science brain,
And PE in the hall cause there always was rain.
Sr Fanchea taught us how to parle Francais,
We remember those classes to this very day.

We learned how to cook in a class called Home Ec.,
Whilst the girls did the sewing, the boys they did Tech.
Mrs Hester and Kelly were in charge of the baking,
And if we never got good, that was not of their making.

Sr Catherine did music and prayed we could sing,
But music and singing wasn’t everyone’s thing.
Mr Loftus was bearded and often wore tweed,
“You did sir,” we’d tell him when quotes he did read.

Mr Corry took Maths class and suffered delirium,
When we couldn’t work out the most simple theorem.
There was Physics and Chemistry with the bubbly Miss Kelly,
And down in the lab we would talk about telly.

We remember the prefab with a map of the Rhine,
Mrs Howley’s geography class – guaranteed a good time.
We remember the nuns who would smile as we pass,
Not only the ones we encountered in class.

We remember old Jimmy in his gardening gear,
And him working outdoors all the days of the year.
We remember it all like it were yesterday,
Though decades have passed since that very first day.