Mrs. Olsen, I hate you
I really, truly do
You are a grouchy, old hag
Whenever I see you I need a barf bag

You tell me to be quiet
Whenever I act like I could start a riot
I don’t want to learn
I’d rather watch you burn

You yell all the time
And can’t make a rhyme
We all hate you
Yes, we truly do

Just leave us alone
And go back home
With all your pet cats
And their rats

Mrs. Olsen, I still hate you
I honestly do
I hope you die
Eating a bomb pie

If you were dead
Nobody would have nightmares in bed
We’d be full of glee
You would see