Excuse me for the comparison
but your fractions  are looking jaded
Was your teacher a bully
who thought you a dunce
There's nothing to grow old for?
Have you ever shadowed the Sun?
And now you're not so decisive
Life is not so rosy
I tell you what is in store
There's nothing but the grim reaper
and your Mother was a harpy
and the folly is the end of the rainbow