Oh hallowed halls of college old
Where souls of all your kin commune
In thee laughter echoes bold
From deadly winter to kindest June
Thy gleaming lights and shining walls
wash thy habitants aglow
With nectar and ambrosia’s thrall
Our staccato heartbeats slow
We’ve laid our marks upon thine floors
thine taste upon our lips
Thou art solace from our lonely wars
All other sustenance do thee eclipse
Yet when moon has turned from honey
pastures lose their emerald sheen
Thy radiance no longer seems as sunny
From thy nurture we must wean
Thine children bid your thrones adieu
Thy audience disperses
From the nest the flock hast flew
fearful of thy verses
That which many hearts has broke –oh!
Canst thou be the halls of Foco?