The time has come ......

[Bidding goodbye to Ms Mary Fernandes, Cluny's treasure ....

She will be missed forever .... ]

There is silence through the corridors

The ground seems dull in dismay

The flowers around, they sway no more

For she's going today, she's going away

The court will never hear the sound of her feet

Where like a lively lass she'd play and swing

She'd teach and we'd watch, the undying athelete

For no more we'll hear the whistle ring

The classroom walls heave a sorrowful sigh

No one to fling the records, no more

No Shakespeare is taught, no parts of the eye

For she's going away, the one we adore

Prim and Pristine, classy and demure

Grim is her brow yet tender is her smile

Brimming with love, a mind so pure

She could do it all, the most versatile

Newer kids will never know

What she gave away year after year

The gift of dreams, of pretty rainbows

For no corner is turned sans a lesson from her

My eyes fill up, my throat is dry

I'm happy for her, but tis no alibi

For the time has come to say good bye

For ths time has come to say good bye