by Forrest Stone
Whenever teachers ask me stuff
I have no clue about
I stutter, mutter, sputter, utter
nonsense my way out
It's really quite a clever trick
they leave me there to snore
after I've made such noises
no one's ever heard before
Years from now when I'm pursuing
the career I'd like to ride
all the way to easy street
to be admired far and wide
The same approach, I'm sure,
will keep those big wheels a'turning
and I'll look back and thank my teacher
who let me wriggle out of learning
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