Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my admission to Tulane I keep;
I worked all year until this day,
And now I only sit and pray,
That after summer I’m college bound,
After my bad grades they’ve found.

I tried and tried and tried some more,
But this Calculus only made me sore;
If Tulane will keep me I will pray,
That the Calculus exam I can pass next May;
Mr. Carfora would give me a push,
But oops, too late – my brain is mush!

The thought of the overhead makes me fear,
When I see one next year I will probably tear;
Not for me – I’ve already been beat,
But for those who sit in my seat;
They’ll work all year just to pass The Exam,
And in the end they won’t bother to cram;