KNOW IT ALL



        He can talk and talk and talk.

           On and on and on.

       All day and all night.  Darkness to the dawn.

       It does not matter the subject, or the topic.

     We all do have a bet, that something he will forget.

        Everything he always seems to understand.

   Whenever, there's a question, he always raises hand.



     I hope he does fall,

  Off his knowledge mountain so tall.

   There's just one time.

   For him not to know.

  For the teacher to say no.

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