“Help! Help!” Miss Margret screamed
For she has just been tricked by a dastardly scheme
And to Miss Margret’s asine past
She had fallen for the same trick two days before last

A glare on her face, her lips purse
She lifted her fist as if to curse,
“I’ll find ! I’ll find you I will!”
The sight on her face would give the toughest man chills

In the days to come Miss Margret plot
To seek revenge on the kid she sought
His hazel eyes and his curly brown hair
She would punish him and it would not be fair

For on this day Miss Margret will win
Against the boy who had sinned
For she will catch him and do him harm
He will need a cast for his broken arm

So she sat to wait with a smile of wit
“I will finally get that little git!”
And he came right on slate
“And he surely will take the bait”

A dollar bill placed on the ground
Caught the boys attention full and sound
Jumping into action
MissMargret got her satisfaction

As he cried and wailed
She grin in her prevail
And as days came and went
Miss Margret never repent