Girls' School

A happy start, a sad, sad ending
 for every minute of the story
 See as their wills are broke and bending
 See the good girls in their glory
 A primary academy, we're a secondary seminary teaching
 finishing rinse, and dancing tips and scorn
 Always concerned with plummeting virginity rates
 We lecture young girls on how babies are born
 Children! make a chain
 Oh, children! make a chain
 The staff here is severe, yet so altruistic
 It hurts us more than it hurts them
 The new girls are tender, the old ones sadistic
 The late janitress was a gem
 Don't believe what the boys from next door heard
 Requirements do include math
 (A happy start, a sad, sad ending
 for every minute of the story)
 We draw straws and put our best foot forward
 Down the straight and narrow path
 Listen to our pretty song, we are happy as the day is long
 Forget the things you thought you knew,
 we'll make a very good girl of you
 Listen to our pretty song, we are happy as the day is long
 Forget the things you thought you knew,
 we'll make a very good girl of you
 A pupil transferred here from Lavender Lake
 She wrote a winning essay on self-denial
 Some underage urchins were forced to matriculate,
 their records kept here undefiled
 A neat retreat slips through their fingers
 Which little girl made the plan?
 Surely involved were the vespers bell-ringers
 Down a ladder, through the gate, then they ran!
 Listen to our pretty song, we are happy as the day is long
 Forget the things you thought you knew,
 we'll make a very good girl of you
 Listen to our pretty song, we are happy as the day is long
 Forget the things you thought you knew,
 we'll make a very good girl of you
 And the girls ran out of the schoolyard and up the hill behind.
 "I'm scared!" said the littlest one.
 "Don't worry." said the leader.
 "They could catch us, or they could kill us,
 but they can never crush our spirit!"