Nun, nun, nun
No fun, no fun, no fun
Not true, not true, not true
Out of class, this nun was fun
Hit a softball and could run her buns
Slid into third base, veil flying, smiling face
Brushed herself off with stylish grace
But in the classroom a no nunsense style
Seldom would she or we crack a smile
When unruly she’d give us holy water squirt
Reminding us we came from spit and dirt
Sister Mary Grace was her blessed nun name
Accuracy with an eraser, her claim to fame
We were lucky to have her as a teacher
She was truthfully God’s special creature
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