Of fluttering strings
Blaring pipes on high
Striking of drums
Octaves played to certify

Footsteps on grey gravel
Mud soaked in forest terrain
Flags that flew unfurled
And braved the relentless rain

Sights and sounds that
Triggering notions of nostalgia
Reliving the anecdotes
Of our school-days euphoria

One hundred score thirteen
Shorts of our khaki hue
First stride in the institution
Grass still wet with morning dew

In your classrooms
Amongst all your courses
I learnt Versailles, prose
Our tongues and gravitational forces

Now one hundred score sixteen
An occasion for commemoration
Your anniversary, most celebratory
Jubilant emotions, nil cessation

Nil Sine Labore
A phrase we all reaffirm
For our uniting brotherhood
That we can confirm

Once again we all relived
The Spirit, burning without doubt
Not reignited, no
For it was never blown out