Here’s is the school I should have gone to, Letitz, Pennsylvania Too bad that I’m though. The juniors and seniors, Have an annual bash, Thrown for their classes With all their class cash. When the party is over They all get a gift, A memento of times Through which they all drift. A year ago money clips For boys were doled out, While the ladies got frames For a picture to sprout. But this year it’s tight, The money’s constrained, They gave ‘em a shot glass For booze or champagne. Now officials at Warwick Have egg on their face, The parents are outraged - Hold them in disgrace. But all I can say, Is this school is too cool – Though it’s possibly run By a managing fool.