If you are well-behaved and
you sit still in your seat;
you’re never caught passing notes,
your desk is clean and neat;
if you can answer questions
and get your homework done;
pay attention in her class,
Miss Eversharp is fun.
But if your work is sloppy
or your assignment’s late;
if you are not polite or,
for your turn, you can’t wait;
if you are heard to snicker
behind the teacher’s back
and make a lot of rude noise,
or knuckles loudly crack,
I’d recommend then to you
that you should be prepared.
In fact, I think I’d say that
you should be downright scared.
For if this sad behavior
Miss Eversharp should spy,
you’ll become the victim of
Miss Eversharp’s evil eye!
The feeling is not pleasant,
the feeling is not nice;
if once it’s happened to you,
you will not want it twice.
I tried to warn the new kid,
a bully boy named Reed,
but he thought he was smarter
and my words would not heed.
One day, it fin’lly happened–
a paper airplane flew;
Reed launched it during math time
and, suddenly, we knew.
The class fell strangely silent,
each student held their breath;
nervous gulping could be heard,
each classmate eyed the rest.
But Reed just stood there, smirking,
not even wond’ring why.
He didn’t know the danger of
Miss Eversharp’s evil eye!
Just when we thought he’d lucked out
and she would let it pass,
Miss Eversharp turned about
and slowly faced the class.
‘Twas then that we all saw it,
her eye began to glare
as it roved around the room,
then stopped at Reed to stare.
Her eyelid started twitching,
her eyeball turned to red,
it fixed itself upon him;
the class all bowed their heads.
The smirk just melted from him,
erased with laser heat,
and Reed began to shiver
from his head down to his feet.
Her look bored right into him,
no air could his lungs get;
his face turned deathly pale,
his brow began to sweat.
His knees did knock together
and weakened where he stood.
The class cringed in sympathy;
Reed wasn’t feeling good!
He cleared his throat and looked at
Miss Eversharp’s evil eyes,
then, stuttering and stumbling,
poor Reed apologized.
Miss Eversharp relaxed and
her eye began to cool;
the class released a big sigh,
‘twas heard throughout the school.
Reed sank back in his desk seat
and slowly shook his head,
feeling pretty lucky he’s
not prematurely dead!
He swore he would behave from
this moment ever on
so, if the evil eye should fall,
he wouldn’t be the one.
Miss Eversharp then smiled and
continued with our math,
and we all got back to work
with peace restored at last.
So, if you’re in our third grade,
you needn’t wonder why,
at all costs, you will avoid
Miss Eversharp’s evil eye!
