I didn’t come this way You know? I have to work it Till I’m just so I adjust my teeth Till they’re feelin’ just right Then a hasty comb-over In a hundred watt light
“Aren’t you a little old to be sent to the principle’s office?” said the little girl. “It wasn’t my fault,” said Craven. “It was that Billy Munson, the little bully!”
“All you have to do,” said the school attendant at St. Ignatius elementary school, “is to make sure no student gets run over. It’s simple. This is your stop sign and this is your whistle.