• Alma Mater 
    There stands a true and noble friend
    Within whose hallowed halls,
    The days of youth so soon to end,
    Sweet mem'ry now recalls.
    Were spent in happy hours long
    'midst friends we loved so well
    in heart-felt thanks we sing this
    song and of our school days tell.
    Oh, Pulitzer, oh Pulitzer
    The scene of happy days.
    Oh, Pulitzer, of Pulitzer
    Thy glories we will praise.
    As years go by, from far and near,
    We'll raise out voices high,
    And sing to thee, our school so dear,
    Our friend of days gone by.
    For thee, our Alma Mater dear,
    Our songs will fill the sky.