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My teachers can't even teach,
Like they used to anymore;
It's about that FCAT outreach,
To get the very best score.

Never in all my days,
Did I see it this sad;
If a class was full of A's
A teacher didn't do bad;
But that's not the case,
Since ways have changed;
Thank JEB to his face,
Because of all thing strange.

(My teachers...)

My teachers can't even teach,
Like they used to once before;
It's about that FCAT outreach,
to get the very best score.

What was once school
Is now just a house,
Harbor for those who rule,
And connive like a mouse;
I stand for kids for today,
Seeing as they don't learn,
They suffer most by the pay,
If no high score's earned.

(My teachers...)

My teachers don't even teach,
Like they used to once before;
It's about that FCAT outreach,
to get the very best score.

What happened to Calculus,
Algebra Two and Trig?
What happened to the promise
Made by that old Bush pig?

Thanks to JEB

What happened to history,
Whether for Black or Hispanic?
What happened to a mystery,
A mystery of teachers so frantic?

Thanks to JEB

My teachers don't even teach,
Like they used to once before;
It's about that FCAT outreach,
to get the very best score.