Charlie Bryce

Greasy little Charlie Bryce, Was absolutely riddled with lice, The lice would skip and jump and play, On Charlie's greasy hair all day, But then one day a louse hopped free, And landed on a girl called Bree, Who screamed aloud for all to hear, "There's something wriggling in my ear", Miss Morris calmed the classroom down, Then turned to Charlie with a frown... "I'm afraid this cannot wait 'til later, I'm bringing in the fumigater!" Moments later six big brutes, Dressed head to toe in yellow suits, Broke down the wooden classroom door, And flung poor Charlie to the floor, The brutes released one hundred mice, To feast upon the wretched lice, Once this was done a burley bloke, Pumped Charlie's hair with bright green smoke, No children did the green smoke harm, But it did set off the fire alarm, From then on in the whole high school, Thought Charlie Bryce was super cool! The lice had gone, his hair was clean, And it stayed the most outrageous green!