A happy start, a sad, sad ending
For every minute of the story
See as their wills are broke and bending
See the good girls in their glory
A primary academy, we're a secondary seminary
Teaching finishing rinse, and dancing tips, and scorn
Always concerned with plummeting virginity rates
We lecture young girls on how babies are born
Children, make a chain
Oh, children, make a chain
The staff here is severe
Yet so altruistic
It hurts us more than it hurts them
The new girls are tender
The old ones sadistic
The late janitress was a gem
Don't believe what the boys from next door heard
Requirements do include math
We draw straws and put our best foot forward
Down the straight and narrow path
Listen to our pretty song
We are happy as the day is long
Forget the things you thought you knew
We'll make a very good girl of you
Listen to our pretty song
We are happy as the day is long
Forget the things you thought you knew
We'll make a very good girl of you
A pupil transferred here from Lavender Lake
She wrote a winning essay on self-denial
Some underage urchins were forced to matriculate
Their records kept here undefiled
Neat retreat
Slips through their fingers
Which little girl made the plan?
Surely involved were the vespers bell-ringers
Down a ladder, through the gate, then they ran
Listen to our pretty song
We are happy as the day is long
Forget the things you thought you knew
We'll make a very good girl of you
Listen to our pretty song
We are happy as the day is long
Forget the things you thought you knew
We'll make a very good girl of you
[spoken]
The other girls ran out of the schoolyard and up the hill behind.
"I'm scared," said the littlest one.
"Don't worry," said the leader.
"They can catch us, or they could kill us,
But they can never crush our spirit."
