And so excited was Miss McHugh
That she didn’t know just the thing to do.
But she kissed our beauty of Soap Suds Row,
Till Margaret’s face was all aglow;
She mentioned that Marge was a human lute—
She was glad that her bread was bearing fruit.
Then the principal said in his stately way
That for 1-3-9 ’twas a very proud day,
And that close alignment to classroom rules