I grade your paper on what I see
Or what the Validictorian gives to me
She tells you to write in pen.
Come on boys, grow up to be men!
The only thing she cares about is if you’re in ASB.
Pleasing the teacher is the key.
You’re up the creek without a paddle,
If you have your own style of hitching up the saddle.
The horse you ride is like a paper,
If you don’t follow format you’re sure to fall.
This riding lesson has taught me nothing,
Except that conformity wins them all.