If your high school is public, I'm here before the bell If you are my 'sitta', you're not sick nor well My name is two parts - a thing that may wave And - try not to giggle - a firm, erect stave

I sound like a goose that learned how to yell, but I need air and squeezing to work well. I never play quietly, day or night, love me or fear me, I bring loud delight.

I may meander, but I’m not lost I had a point to make, but my mind went astray I’m when you leave the beaten path You let your eyes roam and suffer Your girlfriends wrath.

Lessons we're taught to follow, though they are rarely the same. Some are clear, and their purpose apparent, while others are no game. Twisting your brain, vague at their core, And at Ikea they are but a joke, nothing less, nothing more.

Look to your left and right, before crossing this road. Who knows maybe there's a sweet fruit on the other side. But do be careful, don't get hit by the fishes dressed as cats.