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It was many and many a year ago,
In a highschool by a tree,
Lived a man, whom you may know
By the name of Mr. Headlee;
And this man he lived with no other thought
Than to just enjoy beating on me.
I was a child but he wasn’t mild,
In this high school by a tree:
But he taught with such sticks that hit us like bricks-
And he still enjoyed beating on me;
With such enjoyment that all of my friends,
Were scared of our Mr. Headlee
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this highschool by a tree,
A lawsuit came out of a court by night,
Firing our Mr. Headlee;
So that his high important bosses came
And bore him away from me,
To shut him up in a prison cell
Near this highschool by a tree.
For the moon never beams, without nightmarish dreams
Of our teacher Mr. Headlee;
And the stars never rise, but I see the stone eyes
Of our teacher Mr. Headlee;
And so, all day I confide, to myself inside
From our teacher, our teacher, I no longer hide,
In this highschool by a tree
No more is our Mr. Headlee