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.