What do I hear?
A student's fear,To make the year.
So face the leer;
Follow your peer,
Not for beer,
But to steer
Somewhere near
A sage or seer.
Let us veer
Oh-so-clear
Away from jeer
And Metal Gear.
Watch your rear,
There may be tears
But by next year:
Move up a tier.
So hear my cheer:
You're my dear.
Cya.
