Three for the pencil carriers in their pencil holders,
Seven for the book bag luggers slung upon their shoulders,
Nine for mortal teachers doomed to teach,
One for the black Post-it-note in its dark desk
In the land of school where the brains fry,
Post-it-notes to rule them all, Post-it-notes to find them,
Post-it-notes to bring them all, and in the darkness read them,
in the land of school where the brains fry.