Written During Fifth Grade in 1995
TO THE TUNE OF “AWAY TO AMERICA” BY LINDA WILLIAMS
The Egyptians lived a long time ago
With brothers and sisters like me,
But surely they can’t remember their friends
Who dihahahahahaied.
Boing away, away to Egypt
Far away from me
There is nothing in Egypt but mummies
And they’re making me sick.
When he got to Egypt he had to build tombs
For Tut and Ramseys the third,
But people just robbed them and he got mad,
So what the heck does it matter?
Boing away, away to Egypt
Far away from me
There is nothing in Egypt but mummies
And they’re making me sick.
He got really sick of Egypt
And flew away because of his madness,
But his plane crashed and he never got to England
And his family got mad.
Boing away, away to the mental institution
Where crazies and whackos live,
But he was happy to be with mad people
So he committed suicide and lived happily ever after.
Boing away, away to Egypt
Far away from me
There is nothing in Egypt but mummies
And they’re making me sick.
Boing away, away to Egypt
Far away from me
There is nothing in Egypt but mummies
And they’re making me sick.
Written in the Summer of 2001
TUNE WRITTEN BY SARA LAPAN - haha you can't hear it.
The year passed so slowly,
Now it feels so fast.
With fleeting moments,
And memories that last.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. I will remember.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. Will you remember too?
As sophomores we walked into Duea’s room
Knowing that his presence there would never really last.
I will always remember,
As everyone came in I heard ‘em say,
“Mr. Duea looks exactly like Eisenhower!”
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. I will remember.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. Will you remember too?
In English class,
We were ‘sposed to say
Deep thoughts like
But lost a foot,
Which had kept me tied to land,
Now leaves me hangin’ on a hook.”
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. I will remember.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. Will you remember too?
(rap)
Though she still is producing antibodies,
I swear Mrs. Ashton is dead.
The frog with its head cut off,
Proves it.
So lets put Mrs. Ashton to rest.
“She’s already dead!”
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. I will remember.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. Will you remember too?
Vocabulary was an obsession of Mrs. Horner
Couldn’t go a day without a vocab. discussion
Mastery tests,
Couldn’t we put them to rest, with Mrs. Ashton?
Let’s forget all the vocab. we ever learned.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. I will remember.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. Will you remember too?
(rap)
All of our projects
Had too many names
So they became
“JP, RF, SAB, HZ, WG”
“Too bad, so sab.”
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. I will remember.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. Will you remember too?
Je pense que tu comprends quoi je parle
Quand je dis que les temps
Les temps se dépêchait
Parce que nous nous amusions
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. I will remember.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. Will you remember too?
The best part of the day
Were English discussions.
They brought fabulous insights,
Such as Janice’s,
“I agree with Adam, however I don’t believe his ideas are his own.”
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. I will remember.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. Will you remember too?
The first time I met Boyer I sighed,
Another heavy load
To carry down the tumultuous corridor.
But after a while
Boyer and I became best buds.
Now I realize, “Boyer rules!”
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. I will remember.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. Will you remember too?
Everything we did in English was worth five or ten points.
What’s the deal with a measly vocab. quiz
Being worth ten points,
While a 30 hour Holocaust project,
Which took 360 times as many minutes,
Is weighted equal with the quiz?
“Where’s the balance.” (sound sad)
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. I will remember.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. Will you remember too?
We will never forget Sophomore year,
‘Cause we have this song.
We will cherish the memory
Reminisce over all the days
We spent in classes that left us all in a haze.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. I will remember.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo. Will you remember too?