I spoke with your teacher today,
And this is what she had to say:
Please tell Billy I like him a lot
But not when he licks each tiny spot
Of food off his plate.
It’s just plain gross.
It’s not polite to pick your nose
That’s why tissue’s good for blows
Putting snot between his teeth
Makes kids stare beyond belief
You just don’t do it
It’s just plain gross.
He needs to keep his shoes on his feet
The stench smells like rotten meat
While in the playground yard
Children find it too hard
To forgive him.
It’s just plain gross.
People don’t put their hands on their butts
And scratch until they make big cuts
Blood through the clothes
And a stick up the nose
It’s just plain gross.
Wedgies are not fun to receive
And when he complains, I believe
He only got what he deserved
Get back that which you served
And whine not
It’s just plain gross.
As far as work, Billy’s losing out
He wrinkles papers and runs about
Seldom sits for more than a minute
Pencils in places where they don’t fit
He’s failing
It’s just plain gross.
There’s not much more that I can say
Except that you should be on your way
To talk to Billy. Tell him I care
For him I’d go anywhere
To find him help.
He’s not that gross.
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