Mrs. Gracy began a private Civil War  While all the younger boys enlisted to enrage her  She put the peddle on the score for more    "Mr. Monday!  It looks like Saturday to me!  With all the laughing screaming gutter dealing babies  Who'd dip a donut in my phantom tea"    Now the local boys affected every lion-hearted mode  But they couldn't see the way to make the grade  All gone sour, for the lady of the hour has been thinking, never blinking 'til their in their graves!    Mrs. Gracy's Got her Revenge  I challenge all the little boys DEFY HER!  Mrs. Gracy    The one and only Gracy  A medal for the little boys that mind her    In the meantime  At the station sat the blue  When an incident erected every eyebrow  Set 'em out for something new to do    "Holy minions  There's nothing left here for the law  Did she do it, did she rue it, did she panic  Before she took 'em to the Gracy saw?"    So they took her to be sentenced by a jury of her fears  Half of which comprised the PTA  All gone sour for the lady of the hour  But by the lore we'll nevermore forget the day, she told 'em :    Mrs. Gracy's Got her Revenge  I challenge all the little boys DEFY HER!  Mrs. Gracy  The One and only Gracy  A medal for the little boys that mind her