Entrance into the class and to my suprise;
Only one boy to the sixty batting eyes;
What luck, thought I, my odds are very good;
Michael Jackson had not been on a date in a while, as he knew he should.
But this was not an average university class;
Rather than respond orally, one girl stood in a flash;
And did a popping robot dance to respond to the query;
Not even sixty batting eyes kept me from feeling weary;
As the first assignment was a dance routine;
And Michael Jackson, no, not that one, was not too keen;
Only one class was all I could take,
For sixty batting eyes, my butt I'd not shake.