Phone Policy Song

Come 'round the fire, I'll tell you a tale
Of a big ol' regime that made a big fail
It's a long one to hear, so grab up an ale
It's a story of a storm that rains like a hail

It was year-of-Lord two-thousand and plus nineteen
I was ripe age of fifty minus thirty three
It was such a breeze, but would no longer be
When they hit us with a darn phone policy

The big man in there said "hey man now no more
"You can't be using them phones no more
"They make you look dumb, as dumb as a drawer
"So line up right there and hang them on the door"

So they locked them all up in a prison of stone
Until the bell rang and we went back home
Everyone cried, and we whined, and we moaned
Without cellular, we all felt alone

The people were distraught, and we all felt strange
He took out our lives with his little phalange
We went to the man and we had an exchange
But he didn't budge, and he didn't change

So what happened next? Well we had a solution
We would change his ways - revolution
Take the building by storm
Challenge institution
Take the beast by the horns
Change the Constitution

Well that didn't happen, I made it all up
Except for the policy, that was still in place
We didn't rise up, we never stacked up
We just let it happen, so that kinda sucked

And that was my story, and that was my tale
Of a big ol' regime that made a big fail
So thanks for the ear, now put down the ale
Cause you're still underage, so I might go to jail