Gather sisters of sixty round the table,
Share and visit, we're blessed we're able.
God has poured his grace on "we"
and has bound us close in memory.
Together we share and we celebrate
one another...and what is on our plate.
The food's to fill our hungry "tums"
The love's to fill our hearts to hum.
We reconnect, we "Divas of Sixty",
and raise our cry down here in Dixie.
Dear Murphy High you taught us well,
But the love of God makes us look so swell.
No wrinkles we see, no sagging chin,
Not one size larger than way back when.
So ladies lift your glasses to toast,
We've still got it and we do boast!