N. Dr. Nate

        N. Dr. Nate

    Get on down; we need you here.
    Blow your nose so your head is clear.
    Park down the street, come in the back;
    Hide your keys in the concrete crack.
    Sit on down; there's much to discuss.
    Ain't no time for the usual fuss.
    Hope you brought paper to take some notes;
    You'll find pencils in the plastic totes.

    Shut your teeth, eyes to the front.
    This is for real, not a scavenger hunt.
    Follow directions, stick to the plan
    Or risk turning into an "also-ran".
    Climb up on the best set of tracks;
    Keep on grinding your little axe.
    You can't know why we speak in cliche'
    (It's because we have nothing to say)

    N. Dr. Nate would be a good name for a villain in a kids' story.