Oh look! Oh look! A textbook!

Numbers and formulas, egad!

Confused and beffuled, I'm sad.

Scientist? Oh no see I would rather be a cook.

Robbed of my dream ive been by dastadly crooks.

Society needs you to work.

Moneys a must while spatulas are left to rust

by the aging childern. 

But nay says this Child! as he picks up the fork

Nay says he as he picks up the pot

Nay says he as he picks up the hopes of the aging children

Nay says he as he becomes the Chef.