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.
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