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Teresa Amott is the 19th president of Knox College, and the first woman to serve in that capacity. Swiggity swiggity swag. 
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You're a mean one, Ms. Amott,
  
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You really are a heel!
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You're as cuddly as a cactus,
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You're as charming as an eel, Ms. Amott.
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You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
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You're a monster, Ms. Amott.
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Your heart's an empty hole!
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Your brain is full of spiders,
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You've got garlic in your soul, Ms. Amott.
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I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
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You're a vile one, Ms. Amott.
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You have termites in your smile!
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You have all the tender sweetness
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Of a seasick crocodile, Ms. Amott.
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Given the choice between the two of you
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I'd take the seasick crocodile!
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You're a foul one, Ms. Amott.
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You're a nasty wasty skunk!
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Your heart is full of unwashed socks,
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Your soul is full of gunk, Ms. Amott.
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The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote:
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"Stink! Stank! Stunk!"
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You're a rotter, Ms. Amott.
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You're the queen of sinful sots!
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Your heart's a dead tomato splotched
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With moldy purple spots, Ms. Amott.
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Your soul is an appalling dump heap
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Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable
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Mangled up in tangled up knots!
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You nauseate me, Ms. Amott,
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With a nauseous super "naus!"
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You're a crooked dirty jockey,
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And you drive a crooked horse, Ms. Amott.
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You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich
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With arsenic sauce!
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Revision as of 19:48, 13 March 2017

You're a mean one, Ms. Amott,

You really are a heel!

You're as cuddly as a cactus,

You're as charming as an eel, Ms. Amott.

You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!

You're a monster, Ms. Amott.

Your heart's an empty hole!

Your brain is full of spiders,

You've got garlic in your soul, Ms. Amott.

I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

You're a vile one, Ms. Amott.

You have termites in your smile!

You have all the tender sweetness

Of a seasick crocodile, Ms. Amott.

Given the choice between the two of you

I'd take the seasick crocodile!

You're a foul one, Ms. Amott.

You're a nasty wasty skunk!

Your heart is full of unwashed socks,

Your soul is full of gunk, Ms. Amott.

The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote:

"Stink! Stank! Stunk!"

You're a rotter, Ms. Amott.

You're the queen of sinful sots!

Your heart's a dead tomato splotched

With moldy purple spots, Ms. Amott.

Your soul is an appalling dump heap

Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable

Mangled up in tangled up knots!

You nauseate me, Ms. Amott,

With a nauseous super "naus!"

You're a crooked dirty jockey,

And you drive a crooked horse, Ms. Amott.

You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich

With arsenic sauce!