(Sung to the tune of "Frosty the Snowman") TRINA Kvetchy the teacher Was a total pedagogue; Did a student make But a sole mistake, She would mark it in her log. She disciplined Like the monsoon wind And gave many a detention; If someone still Broke her rules: "I will Assign you a suspension!" Kvetchy the teacher Was as mean as mean could be; Not a student smiled Who had been beguiled By her visage of amiability. She bestowed A rigid code Of propriety and prudence; And if someone broke The rules she spoke, She would go yell at her students. Kvetchy the teacher Was a disciplinary type; She was really mean And is turning green As she is quite "underripe". She was rude, In fact, plain crude, In her invective speech; To listen to Her scream at you Was no day at the beach. Kvetchy the teacher Had a smell like that of ordure; But we've never yet Had a chance to get Rid of her and all her torture.