Sing O Sing
Sing O Sing, my dancing body,
This in the wake of time.
Let it go a bit so oddy,
Live in the brink of chime.
Grasp as to the world that listens,
Nothing but they want to hear.
Hail stone to the time that glistens,
Upon golden prizes hard to bear.
Sing wild and rough it may go,
Touch those chords never touched before.
Travel wide like a mountain blow,
Let those students celebrate their lore.
What this forgotten poet may know,
Forgotten he is in the pages new.
