All aboard the wonderful train
Of pure drain and anguish
Filled with the delicious pain
For which one would never dare to wish.
Numbers? Too cruel!
Words? What a drag!
We’re too cool for school —
We don’t need such a lag.
Education is a mess
Just like my rock of a head.
I just want something less,
Something other than dread.

Teachers, we’re sorry, it’s not you who are the issue —
We just think education gives us the need for a tissue.