They built her out in the country,
Away from the traffic that streams,
A school for their sons and daughters,
An answer to all their dreams.

Parkland they gave her in plenty,
In gardens and lawns it was laid,
With room for tennis and cricket,
And trees with their welcoming shade.

Twenty-five years she has stood there.
She stands in the country no more,
For the township has grown and extended
And houses press close to her door.

In through her open portals
Throngs the continuous tide
Of students, who think with affection
And gaze on their school with pride.

And though the school outwardly changes,
Her purpose will still be the same;
New pupils will love and respect her,
And old ones remember her name.