Ode to the Brown Bunker

Say farewell to the towering trees,
The wicked wasps, and the bumbly-bees.
For north we march to the bunker brown
Stationed on the edge of town.

Soldiers of learning are we, are we,
From Math and Science Academy.
Armed with pencil and paper bright,
We slay our homework every night.

We eat like fighters for necessity's sake
From left-over pizzas and moldy cake,
So we make a pilgrimage once a week
To the Eagle food store across the street.

So farewell to the towering trees,
The wicked wasps, and the bumbly-bees.
For north we march to the fortress of Hell
Where history teachers cast evil spells.

George Chadderdon c. 1987-1989