Mrs. Watson Doesn't Care Anymore
Mrs. Watson's doesn't care for the children at her feet
They're just a needy ball and chain for her to mistreat
There was a time - long ago
When she cared about her classroom
And pictures of the children
And finger-paintings on the wall
CHORUS:
Feed the young minds and tell everyone
These little ones are precious
Teach them each day and they'll give it back,
Live it back and surprise us
In her body and her mind a dark monster crept
Each night she'd appear as the young children slept
Can you hear their little voices?
Hiding in the bushes
And under the oak tree
They gathered in a circle and sing...
CHORUS