Faculty Quadrile

Faculty Quadrile
Here at Horace Green
Our purpose is to glean good test results
From pre-adults
Making sure each child is
Drilled, and ranked, and filed by score
Hence one would expect
Our garishly bedecked new substitute
To follow suit
Schneebly though comes in and
Dicipline goes out the door

Here at Horace Green
There's stolen glances, playful whispers
Giggling in the gym
What it all can mean
Is quite confounding, still one thing's clear
It comes from HIM
Have you seen that psychedelic van that he's got?
Left in the lot, parked in my spot
With that naked lady painted right on the rear?
What about those sloppy looking outfits he's had?
Stripes mixed with plaid, all smelling bad!
Rather like bertulli, dirty sweat socks, and beer!
Don't forget his cocky, overconfident air!
Grease in his hair!
Stains everywhere!
And that awful lingo far too crude to discuss!
Plus the endless music coming right through his door
Hard to ignore
And further more
Worst of all the children all like him more than US!
Here at Horace Green
We groom achievers, keep them focused, minimize their quirks
Schneebly hits the scene, they smile!
Laugh!
Beam!
Who knows what he does, but God, it works

(Overlapping) Here at Horace Green, here at Horace Green, here at Horace Green!
Here at Horace Green, we have a system
Which we keep to, as we're told we should
Think what it would mean to do things his way
Maybe we too would do some good!
Maybe we too would do some good