Burn

No light leaks from the master’s study
There’s no sound in the dormitory
All the boys are sleeping soundly
Softly softly, catchee monkey
Now I have here the answer
To those who said I couldn’t learn
Something science has taught me
Now this place is going to burn
When a gas is fed under pressure
There’s a tendency at hight tempreture
For the flame to grow somewhat higher
Then my friend you’ve got yourself a fire
Now I have here the answer
To those who said I couldn’t learn
Something science has taught me
Now this place is going to burn