Oh, that dear old ENG 217
Thy students near and far
Will discuss thy entities and praise all thy literature
Where Priya talked with flare
And dealt grades so sharp and swift
The dear old ENG 217 we love so well.
Oh, that good old ENG 217,
For whose essays we researched long
Endless pages turning by
With each novel, new knowledge
In class the words would fly
That good old ENG 217 we love so well.
Oh, that damn old ENG 217,
The semesters of bad English to come can never mar
The memories of thee for some reason we love so well
Where the bonds of classhood are so dear
That we leave lecture with a tear
That damn old ENG 217 we don’t know why we love so well!