Sebrina, Paste And Plato - Jellyfish

Far behind the forest of flying paper airplanes

Grazing on the grounds of ponytails

The substitute is counting down her ticks 'til recess

Hammering down to size her fingernails

Because today’s the day Sebrina builds her box lunch buffet

Kool-aid, sandwiches and chips for all the shoulders

Lunch is on the table

Soon dessert is on the floor

Singing

So serene

Sebrina makes me feel so serene

So serene

Sebrina makes me feel so serene

Chesney’s looking dapper in his brand new dunce cap

Strolling down the runway to an «F»

(never has he ever looked as lovely)

With all the others watching

Eating paste and plato (the one and only)

He fights the urge to run and kiss the chef

(But she’s a lovetarian especially in the form of puppies)

So he keeps his elbows off her table but spills the beans

That he loves the girl behind the boysenberry punch

(Sebrina)

So serene

Sebrina makes me feel so serene

(Our lady of the jabberwock)

So serene

Sebrina makes me feel so serene

(I live to smell her tulips talk)

So serene

Sebrina makes me feel so serene

(Hostess for the show and tell, the shepherdess of the muscatel flock)

Lunchbox, hopscotch on the rocks

With spitballs, pratfalls, alcohol

Sebrina…