Standing so tall the cadet looks down, With an expression he makes his awful frown For blood, sweat and tears he gave, He feels it is lost and cannot be saved. No longer the senior gets the respect they deserve, When a sophomore starts to ramble and gets the nerve, To make that upperclassman earn their punishment and pay, When the cadet has no way to explain or say.
Times have changed and so has the corps, Now all is threatened with some tours.
He takes the grunt and punishment, He knows this was not K.R.B. Flint. His freshman year was a bitch, But he has found his love and his niche. Times have changed for the better they say, Yet cadets feel it is for the worst and they pay. Partridge founded this school with a plan, But going like this it will soon end. Copyright 1999 by the President and Trustees of Norwich University.