Thinking of our years at Wilson High,
Dreaming all the time, we're wondering why
We're not happy nor as gay as we should be,
But we wish we could relive that memory.
All the ball games and the dancing days
Diappear and just become a phase.
Wilson High, with tears and joy we shall leave you
We're so proud to be the class of '52.
words by Jacqueline Hudgins