I went down to a place called Mrs. Glore's room,
Where I saw something I just had to have,
But then she said that my mind would not bloom,
With the knowledge of those durn derivitavs.

And I said, hey, Mrs. Glore, what's with that sine,
I'll give ya 20 bucks to do the cos (cosine) of nine,
I'll do your gradin, if you do my Riemann sums,
I never saw anyone draw such a straight line,
Get a migraine, Bill Klittich'll do fine,
She's told me once, she's told me twice, I'm dumb...
When it comes to integrals, that's 8, that's 9, that's 10 I've missed.
Straight black hair, glasses pulled up high,
And I'm about to piss my grade goodbye...

She told me that I was as dumb as Ramer,
When it came to learnin' that 'ol Simpson's Rule,
It's true that I'm no calculus Hall of Famer,
At all the theorems, I'm a bumblin' fool.

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I forgot to do my journal,
My grade's goin away,
I haven't quite figured out,
Exactly what I'm gonna say, except for...

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