Near the great Lake
Of Michigan's shore
Forms a great wave...
Esprit de corps.
Their purpose?
Raise our sons to men,
Take pride in being
A Catholic again.
Responsible, loyal,
A disciplined crew.
Vigorous priests
Blessed with the view.
Of the rising tide
All over the land,
Swamping the Faith
Sinking in sand. |
While
shepherds, effete,
Sit down to dine
On floating yachts
With worldly wine.
But near the great
Lake
Of the yachts'
shallow shore,
Swells a great wave,
A spiritual corps,
Where Truth does not
change,
Alpha first,
sixth is zeta.
The wave? Oh, St.
Joseph's...
Michigan's
Armada!
JMJ
Long-Skirts |
