Why were you made?
In our brains you have laid
The theory of matter
The minds you have scattered

Science is no good
You've done all the bad you could
We've said it a million times
But we do nothing, but make rhymes

When we hear your name
For the door we aim
You know you're lame
That why you have your fame

With a reputation as bad as yours
Why don't you sink into the floors?
But why don't you?
What will we have to do?

To get you out of our heads
And your books off of our beds
Einstein died but left us suffering
walking to the class slightly buffering

Looking around in regret
All the bad things we do, no neglect
But when we hear your name
We all react the same