Uh-oh. Looks like I may have trouble getting into college. I'm failing in Advanced Scissors at preschool. How am I supposed to know how to cut things up? Certain people at home never bothered to buy me anything sharp. To make matters worse, this boy at recess keeps taking the bike that I wanted to ride. I was so mad. I may slug him. Then I might not graduate, and no college will take me.
Iowa, Iowa, Iowa. Why do I keep hearing about that place? Where is it, anyway? And what is a caw-cus? Nobody ever explains the things you hear on the news. And where am I supposed to get my toys now that all the ones from China are poisoned?