Now, listen here you moral ingrate,
Put your pencil away,
That's not a nice thing to say to a principal,
In the middle of the day.
I deal with sharpened pencils,
As a matter of daily course,
I break them with utter contempt,
I'll shout it 'till I'm hoarse.
I am a walking pencil sharpener,
I'll take it off of you,
And sharpen in to razor standards,
Then with it I'll intimidate you.
Further, for your bit of malarkey,
And acting like a fool,
You'll have to write, "I must be nicer",
A thousand times after school.                                                    

;)
Cheers from the Land of Oz