Third Grade was not productive in the least
I did not learn a thing of any use
My teacher was a mean and savage beast
Who gave out punishment and much abuse
I hated her with all my very heart
She hated me right back and I could tell
I always thought that I was really smart
But she said I would end up down in hell
I vowed one day that I would get her back
But then she died before I had the chance
She died of an apparent heart attack
I never saw again her evil glance
I think of her each day I go to school
And think how now my teachers are so cool.
