Mischievous Puck, the trickster boy,

With auburn, shining hair,

The one who always sleeps in class,

Or puts tacks in the teacher’s chair.

He still manages to pass,

Though no one quite knows how,

The one that’s watched by the principal

With a furrow in his brow.

Mischievous Puck, the trickster boy,

The envy of all the girls,

But no one wants to date him—

The last one left with glue in her curls.

He’s not the one you’d want to trust

To help you with your work;

He’d tell you he’d forgot to do it,

No apology in his smirk.

Mischievous Puck, you trickster boy,

I’d like you in my school’s halls

You’d bring some light and happy life

To these dark and dreary walls.