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I have smelled the things they’re cooking, and they’re toxic, I’ve a hunch.
And the salads are so soggy that you’ll never hear a crunch.
I bring my lunch to school!
I can’t stand the food they serve me!
I can’t stand the food they serve me!
I can’t stand the food they serve me!
I bring my lunch to school!
They torture nose and taste buds with both hamburger and spuds.
There are meatballs in a gravy that’s like iridescent mud.
Mashed potatoes hit both tray and stomach with a sick’ning thud.
I bring my lunch to school!
It’s amazin’ when a raisin starts to crawl across your cake; that was when I first decided the dessert was a mistake.
And I wouldn’t like to guess what’s floating in that chocolate shake.
I bring my lunch to school!
Our Teacher Sings the Beatles
A Poem About Music for Kids
Our teacher sings The Beatles.
She must know every song.
We ask her please to stop but she just sings, "It Won't Be Long."
And then she croons like Elvis.
She clearly thinks it's cool.
And if we beg her not to she just belts out, "Don't be Cruel."
She then does Michael Jackson.
It drives us nearly mad.
We have to cover up our ears because she's singing,
And the salads are so soggy that you’ll never hear a crunch.
I bring my lunch to school!
I can’t stand the food they serve me!
I can’t stand the food they serve me!
I can’t stand the food they serve me!
I bring my lunch to school!
They torture nose and taste buds with both hamburger and spuds.
There are meatballs in a gravy that’s like iridescent mud.
Mashed potatoes hit both tray and stomach with a sick’ning thud.
I bring my lunch to school!
It’s amazin’ when a raisin starts to crawl across your cake; that was when I first decided the dessert was a mistake.
And I wouldn’t like to guess what’s floating in that chocolate shake.
I bring my lunch to school!
Our Teacher Sings the Beatles
A Poem About Music for Kids
Our teacher sings The Beatles.
She must know every song.
We ask her please to stop but she just sings, "It Won't Be Long."
And then she croons like Elvis.
She clearly thinks it's cool.
And if we beg her not to she just belts out, "Don't be Cruel."
She then does Michael Jackson.
It drives us nearly mad.
We have to cover up our ears because she's singing,