Why This, Why That?
Teacher, teacher! Pick me, pick me!
Say the students who are nerdy as can be.
But for me, I just cannot follow or keep up with class.
Idustrialization, onamatapoeia, and trigonometry all in one day.
I would rather just use scissors to cut the grass.
What you try to teach me just leaves your mouth to go astray.
Here is an idea, shut your mouth and just stop.
Your methods just do not seem to be the cream of the crop.
Sorry, not sorry, it makes no difference.
Teacher, let me free and continue to use my independence.
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