There is a beast that looms ahead,
It stalks, it prowls,

Many a student hides in his bed,
others just throw in their towels,

The teacher speaks that evil, evil word,
that troubles all but the most studious nerd,

This thing, it turns grades to shambles,
with all those questions full of bothersome brambles,

We argue, speak, and talk,
You've become leader of the flock,

Do you not know us?
Beyond that shiny letter grade,
from which our college future is made.

Why, why a test?
Surely, teacher, surely you jest.