Mrs. Snyder Was Right

I know I shouldn’t have walked alone

Through the parking garage at night,

Especially when it’s very dark

And I am very white.

Some hoodlums did assail me

And called “Hands in the air!”

But I did not not obey them

And instead without a care

Reached deep inside my jacket

Where I keep my alto recorder

And I played the G Major scale

To restore the law and order.

And so the hoodlums left me

And I drove home just fine.

That’s why you pay attention in school.

Now what’s the log (base ten) of nine?

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