Ta Ra Ra Boom De Ay
We have no school today
Our Teacher passed away.
She died of tooth decay.
They threw her in a bog.
The fished swam away.
And when they took her out.
She smelled like saurkraut.

From the Halls of the principal's office
To the shores of the PTA
We will fight our teacher's battles,
with spit balls and with clay.
First to fight for right and freedom and to keep our desks a mess.
We are proud to claim the title of the teachers' greatest pests.

Hi Ho! Hi Ho! it's off to school we go.
The water tastes like turpentine.
Our teacher looks like Frankenstein.

Look for "Greasy Grimey Gopher Guts" by Josepha Sherman. It's pretty good.