There was a sports teacher with a shape of an athlete in the school number 38. In the end of a quarter was a fencing lesson: the kids were swinging rapiers. So the teacher took his knife out and flung it in the gym mats. Having pierced through all the gym mats within sight of the whole class he sang his fave song in a gloomy voice: knives-knives, chickie-chickie-knives (4 times) There was a sports teacher, and the head-master mr Yura in the school number 38. After one of teachers councils the coach was set on a mission. See to it, he was told, that the kids don't booze. When the kids away from boozing, if you find a remedy, The school administration will award you with two medals. Every kid he smelled: should some youngling smell of vodka. To avoid confusions in the future he marked every boozer: Either lash him with a jump rope or kick him in the ear while buzzing like a fly in a low voice his favorite song: Knives-knives, chickie-chickie-knives (4 times) There was a sports teacher with a shape of an athlete in the school number 38. He never got back to ski lodge after a ski race, Resting as he was at a birch-tree in the woods, With a ski pole in his red neck, with a ski pole in his red neck and jackdaws croaking their favorite song: (all together now!) Knives-knives, chickie-chickie-knives (8 times)