The Smell of Rebellion

This school of late has started reeking
(Quiet, maggots, when I'm speaking)
Reeking with a most disturbing scent
Only the finest nostrils smell it
But I know it, oh, too well
It is the odour of rebellion
It's the bouquet of dissent

And you may bet your britches this headmistress
Finds this foul odiferousness
Wholly olfactorily insulting
And so to stop the stench's spread
I find a session of phys' ed'
Sorts the merely rank from the revolting

The smell of rebellion comes out in the sweat
And phys' ed' will get you sweating
And it won't be long before I smell the pong
Of aiding and abetting
A bit of phys' ed' will tell us who
Has a head full of rebellious thoughts
Hold, hold
Just like a rotten egg, floats to the top of a bucket of water

The smell of rebellion (one)
The stench of revolt (two, three)
The reek of insubordination (four)
(I can't take it anymore)
The whiff of resistance (one)
The pong of dissent (two, three)
The funk of mutiny in action (four)
(That's not right)

Before a weed becomes too big and greedy
You really need to nip it in the bud
(Position two)
Before the worm starts to turn
You must scrape off the dirt
And rip it from the mud

The whiff of insurgence (one, two, three, four)
The stench of intent (one, two, three, four)
The reek of pre-pubescent protest (but that's not right)
The funk of defiance (one, two, three, four)
The odour of coup (one, two, three, four)
The waft of anarchy in progress
(I can't take it anymore)

Once we've exercised these demons
They shall be too pooped for dreaming
Some double-time discipline
Should stop the rot from setting in

(Hm, alright, let's step it up, double-time)
One, two, three, four

Discipline, discipline
For children who aren't listening
For midgets who are fidgeting
And whispering in history
Their chattering and chittering
And nattering and twittering
Is tempered with a smattering of discipline

We must begin insisting on rigidity and discipline
Persistently resisting this anarchistic mischieving
These minutes you are frittering on pandering and pitying
While little ones like this, they just want discipline
The simpering and whimpering
The dribbling and the spittling

The miss, I need a tissue
Is an issue we can fix
There is no mystery to mastering
The art of classroom mistressing
It's discipline, discipline (discipline!)

The smell of rebellion
The stench of revolt
The reek of pre-pubescent plotting
The whiff of resistance
The pong of dissent
The funk of moral fibre rotting

Imagine a world with no children (with no children)
Close your eyes and just dream
Imagine, come on, try it
The peace and the quiet
A babbling stream

Now imagine a woods with a cottage
And inside that cottage we find
A dwarf called, "Zeke," a carnival freak
Who can fold paper hats with his mind
And he says
"Don't let them steal your horses, no"
"Don't let them throw them away, no"
"If you find your way through
They'll be waiting for you
Singing, "Neigh, neigh"

(She's mad)

Aha! And there, just like I said
The stinking maggot rears his head
Even the squittiest, piteous mess
Can harbour seeds of stinkiness
Have you ever seen anything more repellent?
Have you ever smelled anything worse than that smell of rebellion?

(Discipline, discipline, no more whispering) the stench of revolt
(Children need discipline, cut out their whimpering) the reek of insubordination
(If you're micheiving, she'll sniff you out without a doubt)
(She's a snout in a million, discipline, discipline) the whiff of resistance
(No more whispering) the pong of dissent
(Children need discipline, cut out their whimpering)

And I will not stop 'til you are squashed
'Til this rebellion is quashed
'Til glorious, sweaty discipline has washed this sickening scent, yeah
Away!