The professor was kind he was nice he let you in to his lab
When you had nowhere to go your parents didn't want you so they hurt you
They kicked, punched, slapped, whipped and killed you on the inside
They threw you onto the streets
Of the big city
You were hungry, cold, afraid, and alone
Until he came
The professor found you
He took you in gave you food, water, shelter, and kindness
You had to be pay him, but how?
Look for him to pay the debt you have to
He did too much to not expect anything in return
He saved you from the worst fate
He took your hand on the street and let you into the light
No mistake.
You loved Professor Augustine Sycamore.
