Dear Mr. Good I'm writing to tell you   about my child   He's in the fifth grade and very   dangerous   He thinks he's smarter than you and I   and everybody else      So play him as a Maestro would play a   cheap violin   Let him think he is the ringleader   Than in mid-circus pull the rug out   from under him      My fear is that he's nearing the   third rail   He's kneeling to another angry idol   And I can see it as his face is   getting pale   That he's on his way out of this world      This sudden spat of insanity - needs a    good fat dose of humility   Otherwise a dictator will arise in class   and rule by fear   So before he gets too old to know what   we're doing right now   Before he gets too old to turn a deaf    ear - turn it back my way      My fear is that he's nearing the    third rail   He's kneeling to another angry idol   And I can see it as his face is    getting pale   He's getting nowhere on no one's   referrals   Getting nowhere on no one's referrals      He's on his way out of this world...