It you can hit and lie
And not feel guilty until you die,
If you can hurt for no reason
Through the year and every season,
If you can make people cower in fear
Or beat them after you see a tear,
Start rumors about some until they cry
Then tell the teacher a practiced lie,
If you can pound the young but not the old
And later make sure they are told
Of the ones you hurt
So they do not pick you up by the shirt
If you can pass on your right to rule
To others, mean and cruel
If you can make the little ones run
Then you are a bully , young one