As the students work on a test in science class, a gust of wind from the open window blows a paper full of math equations off the Teacher's desk. Unnoticed by the teacher, it lands at the Prodigy's feet. Already having finished the test, he picks up the paper. His face lights up as he begins writing."
[Teacher:] I can’t believe… this can’t be true. How could you know? I’ve tried to solve this For as long as I recall
Is this your work? Be honest now How did you do it? I’m not angry, boy But I really need to know
[Prodigy:] I’m sorry, sir, I can’t explain It’s the way I’ve always been You see, the numbers just appear Before my eyes
[Rival:] Don’t believe him, no! He is envious! I’ve felt it from the start In every class I’ve always been the genius And he just wants to be like me
Don’t let him deceive you He’s nothing but a fake A sad pretender Trying to take my place
Don’t let him deceive you He’s nothing but a fake A sad pretender A total waste of spaceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
