Dear Mr. Good I'm writing to tell you
about my child
He's in the fifth grade and very
dangerous
He thinks he's smarter than you and I
and everybody else

So play him as a Maestro would play a
cheap violin
Let him think he is the ringleader
Than in mid-circus pull the rug out
from under him

My fear is that he's nearing the
third rail
He's kneeling to another angry idol
And I can see it as his face is
getting pale
That he's on his way out of this world

This sudden spat of insanity - needs a
good fat dose of humility
Otherwise a dictator will arise in class
and rule by fear
So before he gets too old to know what
we're doing right now
Before he gets too old to turn a deaf
ear - turn it back my way

My fear is that he's nearing the
third rail
He's kneeling to another angry idol
And I can see it as his face is
getting pale
He's getting nowhere on no one's
referrals
Getting nowhere on no one's referrals

He's on his way out of this world...