The Edusans

Men, there paraded to face their seniors,
Surrender your weapons,
Like your juniors surrendered theirs.

We were teaching our seniors;
A lesson that was not concluded,
And the resumption and consumption
Of the fruits of our labour,
Is in that parlour
Where we have the armour
So sense the humour.

Surrender your weapons for our fight is fierce
As we appear in a group and throw the canon
We will punish you enough as usual
To make you weep
In a creep movement like the maestros
And there make you sleep
Deep and deep

And yes, we will still steal this glory
In a clear, wear and tear victory
Yet, you will go home with your shed tears
Even though, we are sure that the patient bears