Ms Kay’s Pyramid Rules

Yeah, room 104 is a fortress (shhh)

We don't speak,

we just sketch

Ms. Kay stands tall like a general at the board Ruling with

a ruler, sharper than a sword She commands the room,

tells us draw the line Treats the sketchpad like a battle design

"Put a pyramid on the desk right there!" Every angle perfect,

do not even dare To look away or let your pencil slip

She's running this class like a battleship

(yeah, a battleship)

Now we march in a line through the center floor

No one makes a sound,

heading for the door

Underneath her gaze, under her command Iron grip control of the creative

land

(here it comes)

She says sit up,

look up, smile!

Walk through the middle in a single-file

Yeah,

sit up, look up,

smile!

We’ve been trapped in her room for a long,

long while Ms. Kay on the throne with the charcoal chalk We

don't run, we don't whisper,

we don't even talk

She inspects the paper with a heavy sigh Looking for a fault

with her laser eye "That shading is off,

that perspective is wrong!" We've been painting this jail cell all day

long She demands the clay,

she demands the paint Make the masterpiece till you're feeling faint But

we're writing down the rhymes on the canvas back Planning our escape

from her art attack

(no more,

no

more)

She says sit up,

look up, smile!

Walk through the middle in a single-file

Yeah,

sit up, look up,

smile!

We’ve been trapped in her room for a long,

long while Ms. Kay on the throne with the charcoal chalk We

don't run, we don't whisper,

we don't even talk

Pyramid on the desk

Walk through the middle

Sit up...

look up...

smile... (hahaha)

Yeah, right