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Magna cum laude and job, job lookey
Don't skip class and don't play hookey.
They fired that teacher you said was kookey.
When I come to see you, I'll bring you a cookie
But not until I finish this bookie.
Stay away from that girl! There'll be no nookie.
Pluck those brows you look like a wookie.
Okay, so I got carried away with the rhyming thing. It happens.
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Once upon a time there was a family of wits: half, dim, and nit. It was a fractured family and the baby was possessed of the devil's curly hair. This is their story.
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