Freshman Class Spring Poem (no title)

Written by Nick W ‘28

Recited by Parker L ‘28

My money is green like the flowers in spring.

Perchance it might blossom into something

I hark to the showers that rain [and] thunder.

Anon all the birds will surely chirp.

Methinks the rain will splash like Lebron’s jumpshot.

I can’t wait for spring because that’s when all the fun starts.