Hey, teacher, leave us kids alone. All in all it's just another brick on the wall. What shall we use to fill the empty spaces Where wakes of hunger roam. With our backs to the wall. And whisper'd in the Sound of Silence.
Nobody knows what's growing in Bridget.
Nobody knows whose is. A milkman, a postman, a sugar stick, a slop, An old maid, a bad maid, a dull head, a fidget.