If
By Muriel Palanca with help from Yomi
If hobos could wish, they'd get pastrami
If Chia Clowns were pancakes, they'd be in my tummy
If gothics liked squirrels, they'd draw black art
If beans were constipated, they'd want to fart
If Patrick was scared, he'd go wee-woo
If David was poked, he would go koosh
If all the preps died, they wouldn't be here
And then we'd all scream "Im queer! Im queer!"
If the school was burned to the ground, we wouldn't care
We'd burn our textbooks cause math equals for squares
Then Mr. Jones would fail us without hesitation
But the cockroaches would eat him. WORLD DOMINIATION!!!
Then Clair would speck Latin and pop out of the tolet.
She'll try to be like us but we'll try to avoid it
Mr.Smith will praise Tina, we wish she fell
Just like the preps who wear Aeropostale
And then we'd write poems about our poor unfortunate souls
Then we'd kill Isabelle and burn her in coal
Because life is to short and school is to long
Becuase toritse is stupid and wears to much cologne!!