Maybe our teacher chooses
Only the most difficult students
Why wouldn't he be drawn to those
Who only want to be themselves
Which is his secret plan
Every day he brings yet
Another incomprehensible lesson
And tells us take out our crayons
And draw a picture of what
He just said make up a story
Of the rest of our lives
And every one of our efforts
Is hung up on the wall
And we sit dumbly
As he praises them all
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