Madonna, Madonna, my dear alma mater
Still round about, with chatter and clatter
Sandals that squeak, and shoes that groan
And senior students, of whom juniors moan
Madonna, Madonna, my school home of past
How the times have passed, and so very fast
The mistakes and misfortunes, we all passed through
Forget any one, we never will do
Madonna, Madonna, my minds’ training ground
Where teachers amaze, and turn lives around
Where every mistake, feels like flesh taken pound
Yet leaves us more righteous, and ethically sound
Madonna, Madonna, my dear alma mater
Still round and abound, with chatter and clatter
From all the ex-students, there’s only one matter
You’ll sorely be missed; from the first through the latter
By Jamike Ekennia-Ebeh
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