Could I stoop so low to never drink from a glass?
Would I go snooping in the middle of the night looking for a bite?
Would I ever need to question when I have an eternity to be wise?
Missing Tom & Jerry for a meal of cat and mice
Missing Saturday morning cartoons doing Sudoku in a casket
Or how about missing a class with the wonderful Ms. Diane
Doodling ghouls, ghosts and everything that bumps in the night
While she never fails to put on a smile
But math blows, why should I learn to count?
When I can learn everything from the Count