Oh is the teacher still talking?
My mind had gone out for some walking
It seems that her tongue knows no stopping
And her lips on themselves will keep flopping
While thinking, I reachèd no knowing
That if her spittle keeps flowing
And if up her gestures keep blowing
Well then where is her mind going?
It sure isn't following mine
As slowly I tread the decline
Of scouring through brushes and brine
To find something I can call mine
Then just as I think I am fine
The teacher comes up from behind
And stings nerves like eye full of lime
"Tell me the quote and the line!"
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