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Well here's to you sweet sophomore
With hair done up on high,
May your sweetness grow from more to more,
And sorrows ne'er come nigh.

And here's to you, again [Loay],
Fill up the glasses round,
May your praises from exam day
For evermore resound.
[drawn line]
[drawn line]

It is noticed that MacAndrew smiles
a "bland" smile whenever the "bell"
rings.

There was a young student named Benson,
whose heart was of such a dimension,
It embraced all the girls
Which caused such great whirls.
That it snapped because of the tension.