Jeff Gangwer - Festivus Celebrations in Room 7 lyrics

In my first year, I held fast to my silly Festivus Pole— Not a Rod of Iron, But a nondenominational Festivus Pole— Like the one Frank Costanza held in “The Strike”— And I stood at the head of my cla**room— With a feigned scowl on my face— And aired my grievances— To each and all Most of my students laughed, But poor Mollie Ditty cried because I told her that I didn't like her head of curls I was being facetious— A word they didn't know— But time will heal her wounds.... During The Feats of Strength, My favorite student, Jaden Fordham— The one I called “Red Wolf”— This lovely little White trash girl that wrote so well— Defeated every arm wrestler that stood up to challenge her Imagine that: a beautiful, complicated young poet— With bright blonde hair and a “f** the world” attitude, Pinning football jocks and would-be gangsters against the tables.... In my second year, Our Festivus was equally wonderful... ...but Fordham's equal never rose up to the occasion