McConnell Hall

Driving through the hellish traffic

North of Dallas, like a Maverick

My young man, you left the nest

We both knew you'd do your best

Solid painted bricks for walls

Narrow stairways, smelly halls

A desk, a bed, a window square

I knew I had to leave you there

Later when the settling done

You learned so much and you had fun

Your "signature," if you will

Cans piled high on window sill

You made it big the challenge won

Now the doctor is my son

Looking back at it all

It started at McConnell Hall