[ccmay]

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school,
We have tortured every teacher, we have broken every rule.
And tomorrow after school we will hang the principal,
Our troops are marching on!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Teacher hit me with a ruler.
I hid behind her door with a loaded .44
And the teacher don't teach no more!

I got paddled good and hard for singing that on the playground in about 1974. But not arrested. This country is going insane.

[Carley]

LOL.......you do know that parents dare not paddle their children in this insane world.

[ccmay]

On top of old Smokey,
all covered with blood,
I shot my poor teacher
with a 44 slug.
I went to her funeral,
I went to her grave.
I didn't throw flowers,
I threw a grenade.
I shot her with pleasure,
I shot her with pride.
I couldn't have missed her.
She was forty feet wide.

Jingle Bells, shotgun shells, Santa Claus is dead.
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, shot him in the head.
Barbie Doll, Barbie Doll, tried to save his life.
GI Joe, GI Joe, stabbed her with his knife.

Don't recall getting hauled away in handcuffs any of the dozens of times I sang those, either. And the number of guns, bombs, missiles, fighter jets, battleships and tanks I drew as a boy would fill a book.

-ccm

[Apogee]

The child may have been disturbed; I know there were people I watched like a hawk even in college (sorry, if you write about “the real heroes of Columbine” I am likely to have a very negative reaction to any sudden movements on your part), so I don’t know that I would dismiss the threat out of hand without knowing more. Even so, who signed this arrest warrant?

On another note. I don’t recall the one we sang to the Marine Hymn - but here is another standby of my grade school days:

Deck the halls with gasoline
fa la la la la, la la la la
Watch it glisten watch it gleam
fa la la la la, la la la la
Watch the school ground burn to ashes
fa la la, la la la, la la la
Ain’t it fun to play with matches
fa la la la la, la la la la