THE CLASS
REUNION
Every
five
years,
as
summertime
nears,
An
announcement
arrives
in
the
mail,
A
reunion
is
planned;
it'll
be
really
grand;
Make
plans
to
attend
without
fail.
I'll
never
forget
the
first
time
we
met;
We
tried
so
hard
to
impress.
We
drove
fancy
cars,
smoked
big
cigars,
And
wore
our
most
elegant
dress.
It
was
quite
an
affair;
the
whole
class
was
there.
It
was
held
at a
fancy
hotel.
We
wined,
and
we
dined,
and
we
acted
refined,
And
everyone
thought
it
was
swell.
The
men
all
conversed
about
who
had
been
first
To
achieve
great
fortune
and
fame.
Meanwhile,
their
spouses
described
their
fine
houses
And
how
beautiful
their
children
became.
The
homecoming
queen,
who
once
had
been
lean,
Now
weighed
in
at
one-ninety-six.
The
jocks
who
were
there
had
all
lost
their
hair,
And
the
cheerleaders
could
no
longer
do
kicks.
No
one
had
heard
about
the
class
nerd
Who'd
guided
a
spacecraft
to
the
moon;
Or
poor
little
Jane,
who's
always
been
plain;
She
married
a
shipping
tycoon.
The
boy
we'd
decreed
'most
apt
to
succeed'
Was
serving
ten
years
in
the
pen,
While
the
one
voted
'least'
now
was
a
priest;
Just
shows
you
can
be
wrong
now
and
then.
They
awarded
a
prize
to
one
of
the
guys
Who
seemed
to
have
aged
the
least..
Another
was
given
to
the
grad
who
had
driven
The
farthest
to
attend
the
feast.
They
took
a
class
picture,
a
curious
mixture
Of
beehives,
crew
cuts
and
wide
ties.
Tall,
short,
or
skinny,
the
style
was
the
mini;
You
never
saw
so
many
thighs.
At
our
next
get-together,
no
one
cared
whether
They
impressed
their
classmates
or
not.
The
mood
was
informal,
a
whole
lot
more
normal;
By
this
time
we'd
all
gone
to
pot.
It
was
held
out-of-doors,
at
the
lake
shores;
We
ate
hamburgers,
coleslaw,
and
beans.
Then
most
of
us
lay
around
in
the
shade,
In
our
comfortable
T-shirts
and
jeans.
By
the
fiftieth
year,
it
was
abundantly
clear,
We
were
definitely
over
the
hill.
Those
who
weren't
dead
had
to
crawl
out
of
bed,
And
be
home
in
time
for
their
pill.
And
now
I
can't
wait;
they've
set
the
date;Our
sixtieth
is
coming,
I'm
told.
It
should
be a
ball,
they've
rented
a
hall
At
the
Shady
Rest
Home
for
the
old.
Repairs
have
been
made
on
my
hearing
aid;
My
pacemaker's
been
turned
up
on
high.
My
wheelchair
is
oiled,
and
my
teeth
have
been
boiled;
And
I've
bought
a
new
wig
and
glass
eye.
I'm
feeling
quite
hearty,
and
I'm
ready
to
party
I'm
gonna
dance
'til
dawn's
early
light.
It'll
be
lots
of
fun;
But
I
just
hope
that
there's
one
Other
person
who
can
make
it
that
night.
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