So they gave her a textbook
And a plain pen,
And told her to open to
Page one-oh-ten.
(The textbook was large, so
Bear this in mind;
The number's not there
Just to decently rhyme.)
"Work together, my children!"
They happily said.
The ceiling worked with her
All her answers were wrong

Even though they were right;

If they looked a bit deeper
They might have seen light...