That shoot wif guns an’ cut wif knives,
Than spend in school most all our lives.
I can’t see why Ma thinks ’at school
Is better place than swimmin’ pool;
Or that I’ll learn more in a book
Than from my pal, the flowin’ brook.
It may be so, but I don’t care,
I’d ruther be a-dreamin’ there
How fine it is to be like men,
An’ never go to school again.