The boy in the classroom
            Third seat from the back
            Looked out the window
            And wished he could smack
            Mr. Lindow
            The history teacher
            Who was driving him nuts
            Going on, and on
            About some battle, long past
            Voice rising higher in pitch
            With each pertinent date
            It made the boy feel an itch
            That almost bordered on hate
            Cripes! It cut like a knife
            To be stuck with that old fool
            When all the fun things in life
            Awaited outside the school
            But he stayed in the seat
            Of his good education 
            Somehow, managed that feat
            Until summer vacation