Let us all think of thoughts once bloomed,
now shorn-
Yes, let us all play ‘make pretend’,
For yesteryear is now today,
We are at Woodward once again.
The halls are dark and eery-
As once they were before,
They lurk and stalk and on you bear-
You can hear them almost roar.
But a difference there is-
one that always should be kept in view
and not inside locked cars.
The animals when I was in Cincy were kept in a zoo,
But at Woodward they were in front of the bars.
And undoubtedly those fierce felines felt so much safer-
And grateful to have missed their too close call.
For talons are no match for sharpened razors-
And switchblades can thwart any old maw.
Yes, dear Woodward-where survival skills were honed every day
(As were many other honed skills) ,
And where mug-shots and mayhem were all of the rage-
And muggings overflowed its landfill
But there was a time when alone you were left-
So that you did not end up sorry and red.
But this happened only if you stood horizontal-
And Woodward’s future felons thought you already dead.
Woodward, my dear alma mater-
My high-school without any peer.
No orders given-
but you really oughta’ keep moving -
To stay healthy one should move fast outta’ there.
But that was what made it one nation-
No matter how others may talk.
For we had 100% graduation
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