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When I started Year 7,
It went pretty well,
Till I met Agnes Butcher,
Then my life became hell.
She thought she was everything,
That she ruled the school,
She thought everyone liked her,
She thought she was cool.
She was soon to find out that no one cared,
They were just scared of the torment she spread,
She made school a living nightmare,
Made everyone wish that they were dead.
But she was soon to find out,
That no one liked her without a doubt.
So we gathered together,
On the night of a full moon,
And we plotted against her,
Her time would come soon.
The plan was on Tuesday,
We'd go to her house,
We'd crawl through her window,
As quiet as a mouse.
Then we'd grab our kitchen knives,
And creep to her bed,
Now she was at our mercy,
But we didn't care - we wanted her dead.
The next day was Wednesday,
And when the school announced she was dead,
We all cheered cruelly,
And this has to be said:
We hope that she's rotting,
Cold in her grave,
We hope that her soul,
Has become Satan's slave.