XLVII Jean Anyon
Now everybody knows, who's in the biz;
That education's naught to do with race.
There's some who are a most terrific whiz;
And others who fall flat upon their face.
When rediscovered answers you do chase,
You're bound to stumble onto old Karl Marx.
When what's between your learners you erase,
Your prototypes will not discover quarks,
A dog that goes "meow"; a cat that barks;
Is not an innovation for us, Jean.
So keep to self your communist remarks;
And let us build the national machine.
We don't need fancy NYU degrees;
My grandma used to teach the ABC's.
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