Houseflies always buzz,
In the key of F.
Sometimes people come across,
As something different than they are.
A woman attending Clark,
Didn’t think she was smart.
But that was proved untrue,
With her one sixty-five I.Q.
There is No Child Left Behind,
But what is there for children already ahead.
Thomas Edison, holder of a thousand patents,
Was once called stupid by a teacher.
If I ever die, I’d like it to be,
In late March. That way, I’ll have
Winter to go with me, and
I’ll leave the world warm.
In New York, one person’s job is,
To check all the musical instruments,
And make sure they’re in tune.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
Houseflies always buzz,
In the key of F.
Sometimes people come across,
As something different than they are.
A woman attending Clark,
Didn’t think she was smart.
But that was proved untrue,
With her one sixty-five I.Q.
There is No Child Left Behind,
But what is there for children already ahead.
Thomas Edison, holder of a thousand patents,
Was once called stupid by a teacher.
If I ever die, I’d like it to be,
In late March. That way, I’ll have
Winter to go with me, and
I’ll leave the world warm.
In New York, one person’s job is,
To check all the musical instruments,
And make sure they’re in tune.
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