Ode to the Teacher of Math

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Oh Teacher of math,  you need to take a bath;  you have a musky old smell,  that makes you class worse than hell. 

 

Oh teacher of math,  you can't teach the class;  your own problems, you get wrong!  how can I pass this class? 

 

Oh teacher of math,  you really tic me off;  you kick me out of class,  because I had a little cough. 

 

Oh teacher of math,  you're as bad as they all say;  you can't count to 10,  what else can I say! 

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