Through these hallowed halls we stride br Lacking vibe to grace our step, br Fumble-footed, weary-eyed, br Where the bards of ages slept. br As we walk our steps increase br Till we jog or run or sprint, br Minds and hearts that never cease, br Spark as steel unto the flint. br Song and poetry abound br In these hallowed halls of mine: br Verse and couplet, sight and sound, br And the ever-present rhyme. br Through these hallowed halls we stride, br Where my mind doth e’er abide.