I am a foothiller
Not a killer
And most certainly not ancient
But radiant
I have a story
That has some glory
And I’ll tell it to you
If you’re feeling blue

There once was a school
It was not really cool
It was nice
There was no ice
It was clean
Until day fourteen
Then it began
The fury of a man
They changed the routes to class
Everyone was almost last
To class everyday
What can I say?
There was nothing fun
It is done
It’s over
Like the underside of a clover
The year ended one upon another
With nothing left to bother

I went there
I found it a cross to bear
To walk in shame
Cause the school name
Sounded gross
And morose
That’s the story
It has no glory