Sebrina, Paste and Plato

Far behind the forest of

Flying paper aeroplanes

Grazing on the grounds of ponytails

The substitute is counting down her ticks till

Recess

Hammering down to size her fingernails

Because today's the day sebrina builds her box

Lunch buffet

Kool-aid, sandwiches and chips for all the

Shoulders

Lunch is on the table soon dessert

Is on the floor singing

So serene sebrina makes me feel so serene

So serene sebrina makes me feel so serene

Chesney's looking dapper in his brand

New dunce cap

Strolling down the runway to an "f"

(never has he look so lovely)

With all the others watching

Eating paste and plato (the one and only)

He fights the urge to run and kiss the chef

But she's a lovetarian especially in the form of

Puppies

So he keeps his elbows off her

Table but he spills the beas

That he loves the girl behind the boysenberry

Punch (sebrina)

So serene sebrina makes me feel so serene

(our lady of the jabberwock)

So serene sebrina makes me feel so serene

(i live to smell her tulips talk)

So serene sebrina makes me feel so serene

(hostess for the show and tell the shepherdess

Of the muscatel flock)

Lucnhbox, hopsctoch on the rocks with spitballs,

Pratfalls, alcohol

Sebrina...