All the chalk dust that is floating in the atmosphere
The gods must have collected quite a lot up there
By now, by now, by now …
What do they do with it? I bet you’d like to know
Does it turn to icing sugar? Does it turn to snow?
Well, I have got a theory
That I think you all should know
Teachers are made from chalk
That’s why they talk so dry
Watch how they raise their eyes
Homeward to the skies
And if you think my theory’s true
Then what are we gonna do?
About all of the chalk dust in the atmosphere?