(Sung to the tune of "Frosty the Snowman")  TRINA  Kvetchy the teacher  Was a total pedagogue;  Did a student make  But a sole mistake,  She would mark it in her log.  She disciplined  Like the monsoon wind  And gave many a detention;  If someone still  Broke her rules: "I will  Assign you a suspension!"  Kvetchy the teacher  Was as mean as mean could be;  Not a student smiled  Who had been beguiled  By her visage of amiability.  She bestowed  A rigid code  Of propriety and prudence;  And if someone broke  The rules she spoke,  She would go yell at her students.  Kvetchy the teacher  Was a disciplinary type;  She was really mean  And is turning green  As she is quite "underripe".  She was rude,  In fact, plain crude,  In her invective speech;  To listen to  Her scream at you  Was no day at the beach.  Kvetchy the teacher  Had a smell like that of ordure;  But we've never yet  Had a chance to get  Rid of her and all her torture.