Tracy never cared to actHe feared his skills were not on trackHe never recovered from singing flatDuring his school’s production of Willard the ratMayor Armstrong’s typical fitAt basically being called a twitFound her fighting the urge to hitThese servants who were lower than a morning zitPoor chief Patton slapped at his headA few more years and he could stay in his bedHe longed for the day he’d hear sweet music insteadOf the nonsense his brain was daily being fed
Tracy never cared to actHe feared his skills were not on trackHe never recovered from singing flatDuring his school’s production of Willard the ratMayor Armstrong’s typical fitAt basically being called a twitFound her fighting the urge to hitThese servants who were lower than a morning zitPoor chief Patton slapped at his headA few more years and he could stay in his bedHe longed for the day he’d hear sweet music insteadOf the nonsense his brain was daily being fed