The Third Rail

Dear Mr. Good I'm writing to tell you about my child He's in the fifth grade and very dangerous He thinks he's smarter than you and I and everybody else So play him like a Maestro would play a cheap violin Let him think he's the ringleader Then in mid-circus pull the rug out from under him My fear is that he's nearing the third rail He's kneeling to another angry idol And I can see it as his face is getting pale That he's on his way out of this world This sudden spat of insanity needs a good fat dose of humility Otherwise a dictator will arise in class and rule by fear So, before he gets too old to know what we're doing right now Before he gets too old to turn a deaf ear, turn it back my way My fear is that he's nearing the third rail He's kneeling to another angry idol And I can see it as his face is getting pale Getting nowhere on no one's referrals Getting nowhere on no one's referrals He's on his way out of this world He's on his way out of this world He's on his way