Dear Mr. Good I'm writing to tell you about my child

He's in the fifth grade and very dangerous

He thinks he's smarter than you and I and everybody else



So play him as a Maestro would play a cheap violin

Let him think he's the ringleader

Then in mid-circus pull the rug out from under him



My fear is that he's nearing the third rail

He's kneeling to another angry idol

And I can see it as his face is getting pale

That he's on his way out of this world



This sudden spat of insanity - needs a good fat dose of humility

Otherwise a dictator will arise in class and rule by fear

So before he gets too old to know what we're doing right now

Before he gets too old to turn a deaf ear - turn it back my way



My fear is that he's nearing the third rail

He's kneeling to another angry idol

And I can see it as his face is getting pale

He's getting nowhere on no one's referrals

Getting nowhere on no one's referrals



He's on his way out of this world