The might firs that crown the hills
Have grown from tiny seed
To guard like sentries on the hill
My school Irene S. Reed
Within her portals wisdom lives,
She teaches us to lead
To guard this great Northwest of ours,
My school, Irene S. Reed
The High Climbers on Loop Field,
The band goes marching by:
The yell leaders and majorettes
The cheering alumni.
We dedicate our lives this day
To help in every need,
And through the years I’ll love you well
My school, Irene S. Reed
