In your class(had to be taken)
You condemned my art creation.
You discouraged me in drama,Mrs.Height.
My southern belle impersonation
Brought me feelings of elation,
As the class cracked up in laughter,Mrs.Height.
While the students all were howling,
Only you were mad and scowling.
Then you made me bad example,Mrs.Height.
In the place of a good teacher
Was this wrinkled,sour creature.
And you never did forgive me,Mrs.Height.
Not one student really liked you.
Passing dogs would try to bite you.
Newborn kittens hissed and scrached you,Mrs.Height.
At eleven every morning
We endured your dry and boring.
Life was happier at Dachau,Mrs.Height.
You see talent,you condemn it.
You see light,you try to dim it.
You oppose creative thinking,Mrs.Height.
After douching with a cactus,
You come into class and ask us:
"Do that scene right,do it my way",Mrs.Height.
You find sunny days so sultry,
And a good performance paltry.
Nothing`s ever right in your eyes,Mrs.Height.
When you swim,the water boils.
When you eat,the food it spoils.
Ever groughy,such a meanie,Mrs.Height.
From the shores of Gitcheegoomie,
To the streets of ole St.Louie,
You`re the worst I`ve seen in people,Mrs.Height.
And for this it is the reason,
That it`s always open season,
To insult you and to hate you,Mrs.Height.
R.D.Shultz-"now I`m even"