Mama Going Back to High School

[Softly, like a nursery rhyme] Hush little darling, hush right now, Mama’s going to highs school. Notebook packed and laces tight, She’s off to learn what’s wrong and right.

[Shift — a German steady beat, march tempo begins] Left—right—left—right—march through the gate, Mama is early, Papa is late. Eyes like thunder, jawline firm, This time its for a real long term.

Refrain: March, march, parents learn again, Truth and reason, paper and pen. No more guessing, no more slide, We’re taking knowledge back with pride.

They open the books that once were closed, Equations bloom, the grammar glows. History’s wounds, they read them clear, Not watered down, not shaped by fear.

Refrain (stronger): March, march, parents learn again, Truth and reason, paper and pen. Things are going to change around here, The age of hollow grades ends this year.

Chalk dust rises like battle smoke, Mama won’t laugh at the teacher’s joke. No more “good job” for half a try, She wants the why, she wants the why!

Lunch bell rings — but they don’t go, They’re writing essays, row by row. Dad’s reciting Newton’s laws, Mama’s quoting civil cause.

Bridge (slower, heavy drums): Because memorization’s not education, And smiling grades were cheap salvation. Now the parents take a stand— Learning justice hand in hand.

Final Refrain (anthemic): March, march, parents learn again, Truth and reason, paper and pen. Currents change, the world’s awake, No more dreams that schools can fake.

[Crescendo – last stanza, reform tone] Now lawmakers line up next, Clipboards ready, slightly vexed. The new high schools are waiting still — Tests are mandatory… and real.

[Soft echo, returning to lullaby] Hush little darling, hush, don’t cry— Mama’s making learning fly. When truth returns to every rule, We all go back… to a better school.