Fishers Island School - Islander Yearbook (Fishers Island, NY)

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PAUL REVERE Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, Who fled away from the temple dark, When two lights cried, - The British Embarkf' Up and to arms the Redcoats are here! Was the famous cry of Paul Revere. Into Lexington nis tired horse strode As the sun's 'raysshone as banners of gold., He knocked on doors and banged on walls As sleepy dwellers replied to his Calls. The Minute Men were waiting seventy strong 'when the British arrived in a multiplied throng Th' Regulars fired, killing a few, But the Yanks replied with a shot that hurled, The sound of the battle all over the world. That was the beginning of the famous feud-, That was to lead to freedom so new. While framed in our hearts so dear, Is the honored name of Paul Revere. By William Lynch, Sixth Grade Paul Comulada, Seventh Grade

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A THANKSGIVING DAY TRAGEDY Another piece of meat, Willie cried, I'1l still have room for the pie! No one can eat any more than I. - So he ate meat, and he ate the bread, Mashed potatoes and Cranberries, too. And then he got a tummy ache, It pained him through and through. All night mad turkeys chased him, Huge pumpkins rolled clown hill. A mighty turnip pounced on him. It scared the life out of Wm. And When a big mince pie With a frowning face Perched on the foot of his bed, And said, l'It's time for you to say grace, Poor Willie Went out of his head. , It was then they called the doctor in They thought poor Will Would die, But the old man merely shook his head, Boys will eat too much pie. By Thelma Miller

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SAILING Sailing over the deep blue sea, Sailing with only you and me, How the wind does blow, Making us go, ' Over the deep blue sea, Sailing over the deep blue sea, Sailing with only you and me, Over the billowing waves As daring as Indian braves, Over the deep blue sea. Sailing over the deep blue sea, Sailing with only you and me, Never will you say nay When We go sailing away, Over the deep blue sea. By William Slentz--Seventh Grade WEST POINT West Point, a pretty sight to see, Is rather a nice plaoe to be, With the Hudson River flowing by, Making a chiirming sight to the eye. Mothers and fathers from far and Wide, Cfme to See their sons with pride. Young officers, hoping they may, Serve their country, the U.S.A. By Mary Meese--Seventh Grade