I saw a learned lad
Walking down the stares
His files tight
He went left and right
And knocked the locked offices

He gave his papers
To each and every officer
To garner a job
The good thougt he had.
Bu now just a dream

That old professor
He made the boy nearly faint
He asked terrible questions,
By the term of an interview
"Do you have a ten years experience?"
Such a question, it wasn't relevant

Our learned professors
You are killing our nations
Those who take a shortcut,
You are the ones I mean
I know you like coffee
But mind our little lads.