Do not ask me why I am grouchy.
Youth should not question the depth of my age.
Quiet yourself and then I’ll be happy.
Though middle aged men may tarry
Hoping the young their minds to engage,
Do not ask me why I am grouchy.
Good students do not swear, are not cagey.
Their good deeds will be seen in my wage.
Quiet yourself and then I’ll be happy.
Urchins are caught in acts quite unruly
And learn too late they have earned my rage.
Do not ask me why I am grouchy.
Young men, tempting death, need not harry
Mine eyes could be softened like those of a mage.
Quiet yourself and then I’ll be happy.
And you, my students, there looking weary,
Curse, bless me now with your ability to engage.
Do not ask me why I am grouchy,
Quiet yourself and then I’ll be happy.
You do you.
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