The Smell of Rebellion

This school of late has started reeking (help!)
 Quiet, maggot, when I'm speaking!
 Reeking with a most disturbing scent
 Only the finest nostrils smell it
 But I know it all too well
 It is the odor of rebellion
 It's the bouquet of dissent!
 And you may bet your britches
 This headmistress finds this foul odiferousness
 Wholly olfactory insulting
 And so to stop the stench's spread
 I find a session of Phys-Ed
 Sorts the merely rank from the revolting
 Come along, squids!
 I'll take it from here, Jenny
 The smell of rebellion comes out in the sweat
 And Phys-Ed will get you sweating
 And it won't be long before I smell the pong
 Of aiding and abetting
 Before a weed becomes too big and gritty
 You really need to nip it in the bud
 Before the worm starts to turn
 You must scrape off the dirt
 And rip it from the mud!
 A whiff of insurgence
 The stench of intent
 The reek of prepubescent protest
 A pong of defiance
 The odor of coup
 The waft of anarchy in progress
 Once we've exercised these demons
 They shall be too pooped for scheming
 Some double time discipline
 Should stop the rot from setting in
 Discipline, discipline
 For children who aren't listening
 For fiddlers who are fidgeting
 And whispering in history
 Their chattering and chittering
 Their nattering and twittering
 Is tempered with a smattering of discipline
 We must begin insisting on rigidity and discipline
 Persistently resisting this anarchistic mischief
 In these minutes you are frittering on pandering and pitying
 While little ones like these, they just need discipline
 The simpering and whimpering
 The dribbling and the spittling
 The 'Miss, I need a tissue'
 Is an issue we can fix
 There is no mystery to mastering
 The art of classroom mistressing
 It's discipline, discipline, discipline!
 The smell of rebellion
 The stench of revolt
 The reek of prepubescent plotting
 A whiff of resistance
 The pong of dissent
 The stink of moral fiber rotting
 (What a champion, Agatha Trunchbull has done it again!)
 (What an athlete! What a winner!)
 Imagine a world with no children
 Close your eyes and just dream
 Imagine, go on, try it
 The peace and the quiet
 A bubbling stream
 Now imagine a woods with a cottage
 And inside that cottage we find
 A parrot called 'Zeke'
 A carnival freak who can fold paper hats with his mind
 And he says, "don't let them steal your horses
 Don't let them take them away"
 If you find your way through
 They'll be waiting for you
 Singing, neigh, neigh, neigh
 (She's mad!)
 Ah, ha!
 And there, just like I said
 The stinking maggot rears his head
 Have you ever seen anything more repellent?
 Have you ever smelled anything worse
 Than that smell of rebellion!
 The scent of revolt
 The reek of insubordination
 A whiff of resistance
 The pong of dissent
 And I will not stop 'til you are squashed
 'Til this rebellion is quashed
 'Til glorious, sweaty discipline has washed
 This sickening stench
 Away!