I remember how they looked up to me, for they knew where I had studied.
And relealise thatI studied at fox Avenue
For they knew that I am a true Fox.
A school is a place of teaching,
to mould young minds into ripened examples of humanity, compassion and understanding inhere.
A school is a place of learning,
to expand the youthful gaze, staring at the world, bathing in its wonders.
Our mentors handled us firm and just,
each in their own way.
Some with humour even our children will laugh about.
Scientific masterminds who devoted their time to help us understand the smallest workings of everything
Unbelievable teachers of language who made it our part.
And others with mathematical devotion
that gave us the force to tackle life.
Perhaps reluctantly admitted, a bound formed between those
who already owned a lifetime of facts, and us, novices of truth.
We have come so far, after all these years.
Guided by those most capable,
we were not only taught the scientific or linguistic wisdom,
but also the wisdom of life.
we come face to face with the reality of our once so distant future.
Confident, blooming with creative ideas, defined by time and risen ambitions,
we walk through our known blue doors for the last time,
, ready to tackle life, problems and come what may.
Now our time here has ended, we are prepared.
In here, we have grown, we have found the Fox in us,
Everything lies within our grasp, for we are Foxes,
and a Fox will not be confined,
mentally or otherwise.
We are Students of Fox Avenue.
We are the true Foxes