Tien, Tien,

Make a scene,

"Do these khakis

Look like jean?"

Tien, Tien,

Just the queen,

Writing up

Teen magazines.


Wait, wait,

Don't debate,

A ninety-seven

Is just great.

Wait, wait,

But don't be late,

Even for that class

You hate.


Now, now,

Tell me how

Your hair was dry

Before we chow.

Now, now,

Take a bow,

Distinguished every time.


The End

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