(brought back to put the rascal in his place)

Old Toerag seem to get a kick
Of picking on my job…
If I'm no intellect like him
Then I must be a slob.

Well, I guess it is up to me
To teach this boy a lesson.
It's time to take a look at mister
Toerag's great profession.

They say that he's a teacher.
Of what, I'm not quite sure.
It certainly isn't English or
Some form of literature.

They say when he conducts his class
He really has a nerve.
His tests are given orally
And he grades 'on the curve'.

If a student's blouse is buttoned up
Where he can't see her cleft,
She may as well forget her grade.
She's gonna get an "F".

If her skirt comes up just far enough
To show a dimpled knee
And, perhaps a flash of nylon, then
She might just get a "D".

If she drops her chalk a lot
And bends over from the waist,
There is no doubt beside her name
A "C" will then be placed.

If the skirt is up and neckline down
Exposing double D's,
Just bet the farm and bank account
Her grade will be a "B".

And, for those special students
Who really want that "A"
And don't let anything like prudence
Get up in their way

They ask for help with homework
And give Toerag their address
They spend the night just boning up
On lessons, I would guess.

Then, if by early morning,
They've satisfied Toerag
By putting out….strong effort, then
The "A" is in the bag.

So, ladies, if you go to school
And sit in Toerag's class
To get an "A" by Toerag's rules,
You better show your a….!

Giggling here