Burn

No light leaks from the master's study,
There's no sound in the dormitory,
All the boys are sleeping soundly,
Softly softly, catchee monkey.
Now I have here the answer to those who said I couldn't learn
Something science has taught me, now this place is going to burn.
When a gas is fed under pressure,
There's a tendency at hight tempreture,
For the flame to grow somewhat higher,
Then my friend you've got yourself a fire.
Now I have here the answer to those who said I couldn't learn
Something science has taught me, now this place is going to burn.