When the school is over, by sunset glow covered. Eight girls still hover, the ones without a lover. How come a girl suffers, in such a Ivory Tower? With feathers shorn and shaven, raucously quoth the raven.

When the school is over, by sunset glow covered. Eight girls still hover, the ones without a lover. How come a girl suffers, in such a Ivory Tower? With feathers shorn and shaven, raucously quoth the raven.