You would think a group of children live in this house
With the hundreds of muddy feet traipsing through the halls
Leaving wet hand prints up and down the hand rails
You would think a gaggle of young girls live in this house
With the hundreds of little flowrey undies in the wash
And the dresses all lined up ready to be pressed
You would think a herd of girlie elephants live in this house
With the thumping and pounding of dancing little pachyderm feet
The screaming and trumpeting when a new date stops in
There is a group, no a gaggle, no, a herd of girls that live in dorm house
That run around showing off and having the great college time
All the while leaving behind memories and traditions that will last for years to come
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