Yeah, well, me and my juvenile delinquent best friend, Harold Womack, hisself, added a little bit about the planet Uranus to that and got ourselves thrown out of the school lunch line and marched to the Principal's office.
'Course, Harold had already corrupted "Little Miss Muffet", with pornographic suggestions about her relationship with the spider and murdered the one about Jack jumping over the candlestick and what it actually was that got burned.
We both could still hear the laughter from the lunch room, as the Principal readied the paddle, after giving us both the "Stern Look".
I had nothing good to say about Romper Room after that, but we were heroes for two, maybe three weeks.
Fame in grade school was fleeting, to say the least.
Are you sure your friend wasn't Andrew Dice Clay?