The Dead Poets Society
As a rose petal falls we rise.
We’re the ones you love to despise.
Pushing through dirt and grime
To get to the light, the
Inspiration, the words to rhyme.
The Dead Poets Society are we!
Join our zombie family!
Running around in the midnight moons’ light,
We go where we want, never with fright.
Around the town, a pen in hand, a crooked smile,
Come run with our band!
When the sun comes up we hide away,
To wait till it sets to go up and play…
