Mrs. Gracy began a private Civil War While all the younger boys enlisted to enrage her She put the peddle on the score for more "Mr. Monday! It looks like Saturday to me! With all the laughing screaming gutter dealing babies Who'd dip a donut in my phantom tea" Now the local boys affected every lion-hearted mode But they couldn't see the way to make the grade All gone sour, for the lady of the hour has been thinking, never blinking 'til their in their graves! Mrs. Gracy's Got her Revenge I challenge all the little boys DEFY HER! Mrs. Gracy The one and only Gracy A medal for the little boys that mind her In the meantime At the station sat the blue When an incident erected every eyebrow Set 'em out for something new to do "Holy minions There's nothing left here for the law Did she do it, did she rue it, did she panic Before she took 'em to the Gracy saw?" So they took her to be sentenced by a jury of her fears Half of which comprised the PTA All gone sour for the lady of the hour But by the lore we'll nevermore forget the day, she told 'em: Mrs. Gracy's Got her Revenge I challenge all the little boys DEFY HER! Mrs. Gracy The One and only Gracy A medal for the little boys that mind her