Mrs. Gracy began a private Civil War 

While all the younger boys enlisted to enrage her 

She put the peddle on the score for more 



"Mr. Monday! 

It looks like Saturday to me! 

With all the laughing screaming gutter dealing babies 

Who'd dip a donut in my phantom tea" 



Now the local boys affected every lion-hearted mode 

But they couldn't see the way to make the grade 

All gone sour, for the lady of the hour has been thinking, never blinking 'til their in their graves! 



Mrs. Gracy's Got her Revenge 

I challenge all the little boys DEFY HER! 

Mrs. Gracy 



The one and only Gracy 

A medal for the little boys that mind her 



In the meantime 

At the station sat the blue 

When an incident erected every eyebrow 

Set 'em out for something new to do 



"Holy minions 

There's nothing left here for the law 

Did she do it, did she rue it, did she panic 

Before she took 'em to the Gracy saw?" 



So they took her to be sentenced by a jury of her fears 

Half of which comprised the PTA 

All gone sour for the lady of the hour 

But by the lore we'll nevermore forget the day, she told 'em : 



Mrs. Gracy's Got her Revenge 

I challenge all the little boys DEFY HER! 

Mrs. Gracy 

The One and only Gracy 

A medal for the little boys that mind her