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
Instead,
All her answers were wrong

Even though they were right;

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