A hall to some, A clique to others,
The awkwardest boys you’ll ever meet.
Friends at first, joined room to room,
Potential of Third greatly unexplored.
Three new freshmen thrown in the mix,
Unaware of their grand looming adventure:
We accept them as brothers,
Say goodbye to others,
And after a year move up a floor.
Now, we have bonded: more than a hall,
At beck and call we support our own,
In the midst of any trial school or females,
Or parents or money, or philosophies or
Callings, or films or games or petty worries
Can throw at us.
Thunderous nightly charge to dinner,
A uniting force, fire drilling around a table
To the surprise of our schoolmates around.
Competitors, winners, we have,
Olympics a mere capstone to gatherings
That would seem extravagant to anyone else
Mere tradition and requirements to us.
Where else can you reenact Last Supper,
Or trip to the 50s as hoofers and bums,
Curse each other over a game,
And console a brother in personal loss?
Where can you find solace, just to be alone,
Knowing just a room away there is steadfast comfort,
Or where can you enjoy endless hours of
Comradery unmatched by any other experience
You’ve had before these?
An era is ending, but here stays my heart.
Men of Long Thirdia, even though we depart,
We cherish our days together as golden memories.
Rest assured whenever I next cross your path,
There will be just as much affection as before.
My door may not always be open,
But the latch on my heart will always swing wide.
Dearer friends one cannot find,
Than the ones on this hall.
Long Thirdia on Four,
You have my all.
