Verse from aye olden Sæbyring, of days of yore when Sæbygaardskolen was young and stirring; An age of vigor and wild dreams, Where spark of knowledge ignited youthful gleams. Lively laughter and eager learners, Gazing with curious eyes on the teachers.
Ah, the grandeur of the stone castle walls, The classical porticos and hallowed halls, The geometry of the long steep windows, Forming a fortress against the winter snow. Inside lay the stacks floor to ceiling: Almanacs and quartos with scholars appealing.
Outside in the courtyard a bustle of play, The roars of laughter and shouts as they sway. The trees twirl in a playful breeze, And summer swallows line their nests in peace. Ah, what pleasure is found among those four walls! The enchantment of knowledge for all one recalls.
Time passed, but Sæbygaardskolen remains – A potent symbol of learning in this region. Its storied facade stands firm in defiance, Protecting its hallowed halls against mere distance. The spirit of youth carries on to this day, And learning abounds in which they can play. In sprawling classrooms and stately laboratories, One finds knowledge that will never pass away.
In its many years its commitment has not waned: To provide its students with understanding gained. It has stood for progress for centuries on end, Encouraging exploration in each and every friend. Sæbygaardskolen is a beacon for folk far and wide; Come to explore its wealth of knowledge! Let your spirits bide!