b'A H I S T O R Y O F C O O G E E P R E PI want to go out with my head erectI want to deserve all mens respectBut here in the struggle for fame and pelf,I want to be able to like myself.I dont want to look at myself and knowThat Im bluster and bluff and empty show.Nimmo encouraged poetry writing in others. Bob Sears remem-bers that in the middle of 1933, his last year at the school, Nimmoinstructed the class to compose a School song. The resulting libret-to, undoubtedly a composite effort, was set to the tune of Men ofHarlech and is still being sung with great gusto sixty years later:Lads who surely know what sport isBoys who only know what thought isTiger, fox and lazy tortoiseCoogees face the foe.Some of us are cleverMost of us endeavourNot to yearn, the while we learnFor anything that work and us would sever.Still what eer the day may bring usPatted backs or blows that sting usHeres the song well always sing asCoogees face the foe.Refrain:Three cheers for the black, gold and blueMay our victories ever be new.But defeat only makes us shout the louderThree cheers for the black, gold and blue.The school war-cry was the same as that of Grammar, exceptthat C.P.S. was substituted for S.G.S. at the end:Alligator, mince meat, crocodile pieV-I-C-T-O-R-YShall we win, we say yesWe are the boys of the C.P.S.C-OO-G-EE, COOGEE !!3 1'