Brought together by threads of hope,
We stuck for times both good and sore.
The resilient group of thirty nine,
The psychos roar galore.
We shout aloud and sing with joy,
Never among us, is a moment bore.
We taunt and huddle and praise and cuddle,
The psychos roar galore.
Submissions done in less than a day,
Theories written with never the intent to score.
Those last minute xeroxes still huant our souls,
The psychos roar galore.
We buried our souls in digging up notes,
The plethora of subjects left us in a state of deplore.
The last minute revisions and huddles barely scraped us through,
The psychos roar galore.
Its "that" time of year, we unite and rejoice,
Indulge in quizzes and songs and charades and more.
The INSTRU-FIESTA was the time to let our hair down,
The psychos roar galore.
The dances we set, the plays we wrote,
Were journeys of laughter and extempore.
We spilled our lives into the scripts we wrote,
The psychos roar galore.
We fought amongst us and stabbed on our backs,
The internal gangs, always ready to gore.
United we worked though, when presenting to the world,
The psychos roar galore.
