And now it's time for who's smarted.

P. P. P. Hey, smarty pants, it is I, the trustee narrator.

And in case you couldn't tell, I am sitting at the piano,

attempting to compose a new song.

I know, mildly exciting.

Anyway, want to hear what I've got so far?

I heard enough of you say, yes, so here goes.

Do re-meifaso latido.

That's not it. I'm just warming up.

This time for real.

Smarty pants, pants, pants, pants, let's smarty dance, dance, dance,

dance. Our smarty show, show, show,

helps your brain grow, grow, grow.

And that's all I've got so far.

A, you're too kind.

Really?

A little more?

Oh, really you shouldn't.

Anyway, it needs a little, a lot of work,

but you gotta admit, it's kind of catchy, right?

Catchy-ish?

Yes. I say it's more than catchy, trusty.

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