The High School Class of '67 Reunion

(To be sung to the tune of the American folk ballad "Sweet Betsy from Pike")

Have you ever heard tell of a school in the West.

It was called Monte Vista. 'Twas one of the best.

Today, even though the school is no more,

The alumni still share a close-knit rapport.

The school's second class to graduate has

High school reunions with lots of pizzazz.

They met with laughter and joyful tears

To celebrate fifty glorious years.

Singing too-ra-lee-oo-ra-lee-oo-ra-lee-ay.

The weekend event started out with a bang.

Without a performance or lengthy harangue.

They called it the Friday Night Meet & Greet.

It helped to make their weekend complete.

Hors d'oeurves were spread out; the bar shelves were stocked.

To the best of our knowledge nobody got crocked.

The Monte Vista Mustangs consist

Of fun-loving souls who are hard to resist.

Singing too-ra-lee-oo-ra-lee-oo-ra-lee-ay.

Some Mustangs wondered, "What would it harm

If we paid a visit to Knott's Berry Farm?"

On Saturday morning they went to explore

The park and they found they weren't young anymore.

A couple of thrill rides and boy were they toast!

Each rider looked just as white as a ghost.

There's one thing they should have known all the while:

A nice, gentle train ride was much more their style.

Singing too-ra-lee-oo-ra-lee-oo-ra-lee-ay.

The Saturday banquet occurred with great flair.

Six teachers and one high school counselor were there.

The evening was wonderful, as was the weather.

Except the prime rib, which was tougher than leather.

When they're together, the Mustangs display

A closeness--a bond--that will not go away.

Many high schools can't even come near it.

It's what we call the renowned Mustang spirit.

Singing too-ra-lee-oo-ra-lee-oo-ra-lee-ay.

Some got up early on Sunday and met

For breakfast, for they did not want to let

The weekend pass by without one more chance

To socialize, though some were still in a trance.

That fifty-year milestone is now in their past,

But friendships and memories--ah, they will last.

A closer class is hard to be found.

What will they all do the next time around?

Singing too-ra-lee-oo-ra-lee-oo-ra-lee-ay.

(6-26-17) By Bob B