The Graduate

You've graduated with honors, you're over the hump, with not many hoops left through which to jump. You've left behind all that you hold dear and stepped forward blind, but never fear. We've set no traps for you to fall into. We're harmless, benign, kindhearted and true. We like your style, we love your quick wit, but we're keeping track, we freely admit. We're writing it all down for a future roast and if ever we share, your name'll be toast. But we promise you not to draw blood, just want you to know, your name'll be mud.