To the tune of Battle Hymn of the Republic:
My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school.
We have tortured every teacher. We have broken every rule.
We have barbecued the principal and destroyed the PTA
Our school keeps burning on.
Glory, glory hallelujah
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I hid behind the door with a loaded .44
And my teacher ain’t teachin’ no more
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-Tom, Deerfield, Illinois
Comment By: Jay
December 31st, 2009 at 7:59 am
Glory to the dead men and the burning of the school, we have tortured every teacher we have broken every rule we have shut the girls in lockers , flushed the principal down the stool our gang keeps marching on.
Glory glory halleujah teacher hit me with a ruler So I hit her on the bean with a rotten tangerine and she sank like a sinkin submarine.