Don't Drink Bees

The dripping
Of that faucet
And the ticking
Of that clock
And the tapping
Of that pencil
I wish it all
Would stop

And that bubbling
Water cooler
And the beeping
Of that fax
And the humming
Of that fan
I wish I could
Relax

But the ringing
Of that phone
And the squeaking
Of that chair
Are all
Bells tolling for my
Spitting gum
In Ms. Jones' hair

And I gladly will take ticking
And that dripping and that squeaking
And that bubbling and that beeping
Over my principal's angry shrieking