First there was the new kid
Thoughtful, logical, and shy.
He dreamt of a sweaty toothed madman
His YAWP rang through the sky
Next there was his roommate
The passionate, dreaming Puck.
He tried to live his dream, but
His father kept him stuck
Then there was the lover,
Persistent, brave, and kind.
He read her poems and brought her flowers,
He refused to leave her behind.
Fourth, there was the giant,
With an unfortunate name.
A man with a love of music,
Bound in a literal frame.
Nuwanda, the next boy,
Overflowed with confidence.
He talked to God once or twice,
And rushed to his friends’ defense.
The traitor of the group,
Crowned with the fires of hell,
Turned on friends to save himself,
Nuwanda wished him well.
Last there was the Captain,
The wisest of them all.
He taught them to be extraordinary,
His teaching brought his fall.
And so the Dead Poets Society
Was convened so all could say
“Make your lives extraordinary!
Carpe Diem! Seize the day!”
Veritas 