The Big Bully

There's a great big bully at my school
His name is Tim, he thinks he's cool
Tim is just a bad seed, he never even learned to read
He writes his name on every surface, torture is his purpose
The teacher really wants him gone, he even wrote his name on her lawn
Other kids he likes to hit, he lives and breathes to fight and spit
He bites and sometimes kicks, he knows all of the bully tricks
He smells like garbage from the trash, all he wants is your cash
Fear is his trade, with lunch money he is paid
Writing names on a list, marking them off on his wrist
Breaking rules is his thing, Tim believes he's the king
Scaring all our 3rd grade class, he walks the hall without a pass
Our all monitor can't do a anything, he knows Tim's arm bars really sting
He starts food fights when we eat, even walks with bare feet
Always dirty and very mean, with clothes that are never clean
Someone should stand up for us, but at least Tim missed the bus