• Fee Fie Fo Fum,
    Thundering down the hall.
    Waiting to face a freshman
    That looked at him the wrong way.
    By the end of the day,
    He couldn't look anyway
    Because of his concaved face.
    Aren't you a big bad boy?
    You pummle, toss, and stuff kids into lockers
    Almost every hour of everyday.
    But there's a secret I just found out
    Why on Fridays you sneak out
    And go to old man Baker's house
    With a bag of cat food in your arm.
    And I hear the whine of little kits
    And you hold them and wash them and feed them.
    What would the freshmen say
    If they caught you acting this way?
    But if they do, that's okay.
    You'll make sure they have no tongue
    To say.