A stone lady we once knew On Second Avenue Loved her children And taught them to use their hands She was always dressed in gray But her insides were bright as day Any child of hers would understand But the DPS couldn't bother To save our alma mater It seems that they were no longer impressed With her backbone of eight floors And her heavy wooden doors Never thought we'd live to see her laid to rest But our lady sure grew older And she was given the cold shoulder And was forgotten by the people of her town She was a gleaming work of art But her copper veins were pulled apart And our great lady, she crumbled to the ground And it's hard to understand How what used to be a wonderland Could be abandoned and left in such decay Because somebody wrote a check To demolish Cass Tech Ten years short of her hundredth name day