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Rising early in the morning we proceed to Iffley Road Every girl herself adorning with a scarlet duffel hood.

Each is fearful lest too late She should come inside the gate’ By the Staff-room we foregather Or perchance to read the weather (Take a friend along for luck in either case).

When the dinner money’s checked All the homework we collect Alphabetically, every book in place.

So very soon our lessons have begun We hope we shan’t forget them every one.

First of all we try to wrestle with some French, And then we have to give our minds a wrench To penetrate the mystery of Elizabethan history; It’s a rather tiresome business, we forget the names and dates.

Then the break bell makes us hurry All is bustle, haste and scurry To the table where we drink our milk and eat our chocolate.

Thus refreshed we go to battle With hard problems about cattle.

‘If six cows could eat a bale of hay, how much could sixty eat?’

Spend a little time in singing

Or perhaps some minutes clinging To the ropes in the gymnasium with the aid of hands and feet.

There’s a long, long queue for dinner (Every moment we feel thinner) But we have a little gossip on the way.

Then we eat our lunch and chatter (Every moment getting fatter) Thought there’s never time for all we have to say.

But the bell rings loud and long at just 2.10 And hard at work each girl may soon be then.

Some learn how they should choose a piece of meat And how to cook and make it fit to eat.

Others, brush and pencil bearing To the Art Room swift repairing Draw and paint familiar figures (they can do it rather well).

Some spend afternoons in Science Learn to use each weird appliance And on the air comes floating many a strange and wondrous smell.

After school it is a pleasure To play hockey in full measure Watch a match or practise singing, tune our fiddles, join debate.

Then in shower or rain or shine For the bus or District Line With our harrowing thoughts of homework we go hurrying through the gate.

So we hail the fourth of May

When we keep the School’s birthday With dance and song and music And with celebrations meet.

‘Tis a privilege and pleasure That we treasure beyond measure For the Dolphin School’s delightful And is very hard to beat.