My teacher called me "Antsy Pants",
but I don't think that's fair.
I prefer to be called "Fancy Pants",
since I wore my favorite pair.
Dad says I should have tried to enhance
my education at school.
I should have worn my smarty pants
so I won't seem a fool.
But I'm not worried about my grade
though I'm not as smart as some teens.
'Cause Grandpa says I've got it made
since intelligence runs in my jeans.
Imagination's Door
...where imagination runs wild!
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