"Mr. Thompson pay attention"
His teacher scolds and warns
"Or you will fail the test
Over plants and thorns"

But little Tommy doesn't need to fret
And worry, whine or grieve
Because this boy of intellect
Has something up his sleeve

Just a common pad and pen
Or so, to most, it seems
But with a flick of artistic might
His chance has been redeemed

He puts the pen to paper
He knows his position's dire
He quickly doodles one small sketch
Which resembles a small fire

Once the...