At dawn the campus belonged to the Common Mynah Birds,
yet the light was already on in the Principal’s office,
the door of which was always open to anyone.
Earn phones in, on the rhythm of the Battle of the Bands,
you typed your kind words to faculty and staff,
phrases of a great educator and warm-hearted person.
Now at dusk the Battle of the Birds sounds a tune higher
to compensate for and sing praise to a light who has faded.
Murray, in all your roles you are sorely missed,
But in sweet memories you will live on.