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Spanish One

J. Scott Smith

I sit in class and repeat the sounds
I hear from the teacher up front.
She claims it's a language, but has no grounds.
Just roll those R's and be sure to grunt.

Strange people they must have over there;
Fourteen eyes, pointed ears, a long mole's nose,
Curling fangs, footless legs, and sugarcane hair.
Oh, no! I'll never go where a Spaniard grows.

1977-1978