Tales of terrible retribution, sung to the tune of "Glory, Glory, Halilujah"

Glory, Glory, Halilujah
Teacher hit me with the ruler,
Met 'im at the door, with a smoking '44
And 'e ain't my teacher no more!

or

Glory, Glory, Halilujah
Teacher hit me with the ruler,
Met 'im at the bank,
With a Sherman army tank,
And 'e ain't my teacher no more!

Slightly dated since children learned they could get their teachers sacked for as much as winking at them, and since parents learned to sue.

[log]Trying to think of new rhymes is more bother than it's worth. You won't win kudos for singing "I met him at the grocers, and festooned him with C4 explosives", and even less for something as fey as "Met him on a misty hill, stabbed him with a poison-tipped quill". Stick with the tanks and guns.[/log]

Glory, glory hallelujah,
Teacher hit me with a ruler
So I punched her in the belly
And she wobbled like a jelly
And she hopped like a kangaroo.

This is a good example of children losing focus at the end and just saying anything for the fucking sake of it.