The Smell of Rebellion

This school of late has started reeking (help!) Quiet, maggot, when I'm speaking! Reeking with a most disturbing scent Only the finest nostrils smell it But I know it all too well It is the odor of rebellion It's the bouquet of dissent! And you may bet your britches This headmistress finds this foul odiferousness Wholly olfactory insulting And so to stop the stench's spread I find a session of Phys-Ed Sorts the merely rank from the revolting Come along, squids! I'll take it from here, Jenny The smell of rebellion comes out in the sweat And Phys-Ed will get you sweating And it won't be long before I smell the pong Of aiding and abetting Before a weed becomes too big and gritty You really need to nip it in the bud Before the worm starts to turn You must scrape off the dirt And rip it from the mud! A whiff of insurgence The stench of intent The reek of prepubescent protest A pong of defiance The odor of coup The waft of anarchy in progress Once we've exercised these demons They shall be too pooped for scheming Some double time discipline Should stop the rot from setting in Discipline, discipline For children who aren't listening For fiddlers who are fidgeting And whispering in history Their chattering and chittering Their nattering and twittering Is tempered with a smattering of discipline We must begin insisting on rigidity and discipline Persistently resisting this anarchistic mischief In these minutes you are frittering on pandering and pitying While little ones like these, they just need discipline The simpering and whimpering The dribbling and the spittling The 'Miss, I need a tissue' Is an issue we can fix There is no mystery to mastering The art of classroom mistressing It's discipline, discipline, discipline! The smell of rebellion The stench of revolt The reek of prepubescent plotting A whiff of resistance The pong of dissent The stink of moral fiber rotting (What a champion, Agatha Trunchbull has done it again!) (What an athlete! What a winner!) Imagine a world with no children Close your eyes and just dream Imagine, go on, try it The peace and the quiet A bubbling stream Now imagine a woods with a cottage And inside that cottage we find A parrot called 'Zeke' A carnival freak who can fold paper hats with his mind And he says, "don't let them steal your horses Don't let them take them away" If you find your way through They'll be waiting for you Singing, neigh, neigh, neigh (She's mad!) Ah, ha! And there, just like I said The stinking maggot rears his head Have you ever seen anything more repellent? Have you ever smelled anything worse Than that smell of rebellion! The scent of revolt The reek of insubordination A whiff of resistance The pong of dissent And I will not stop 'til you are squashed 'Til this rebellion is quashed 'Til glorious, sweaty discipline has washed This sickening stench Away!