Mrs Gracy began a private Civil War
While all the younger boys enlisted to enrage her
She put the peddle on the score for more

"Mr Monday!
It looks like Saturday to me!
With all the laughing screaming gutter dealing babies
Who'd dip a donut in my phantom tea"

Now the local boys affected every lion-hearted mode
But they couldn't see the way to make the grade
All gone sour, for the lady of the hour has been thinking, never blinking 'til their in their graves!

Mrs Gracy's Got her Revenge
I challenge all the little boys DEFY HER!
Mrs Gracy

The one and only Gracy
A medal for the little boys that mind her

In the meantime
At the station sat the blue
When an incident erected every eyebrow
Set 'em out for something new to do

"Holy minions
There's nothing left here for the law
Did she do it, did she rue it, did she panic
Before she took 'em to the Gracy saw?"

So they took her to be sentenced by a jury of her fears
Half of which comprised the PTA
All gone sour for the lady of the hour
But by the lore we'll nevermore forget the day, she told 'em :

Mrs Gracy's Got her Revenge
I challenge all the little boys DEFY HER!
Mrs Gracy
The One and only Gracy
A medal for the little boys that mind her