'Twas a quarter past one, and throughout the theatre

Not a creature was stirring, not by a metre

For Greenall had entered, and begun to talk

On rotational dynamics, specifically on Torque

With his mighty words he captured the brains

Of students naive, though they were his to train

Entranced they sat, drinking in words

Storing them dumbly, not even disturbed

At the midway point he began to decline

But he saved himself swiftly, by providing in time

Newton's second law for rotating bodies

Providing many with sad new hobbies

Inertia, angular acceleration so cool

Just shooting some B-ball outside of the school

when a couple of guys, they were up to no good

Started making trouble in my neighbourhood

I got in one little fight and my mum got scared,

And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air"

I whistled for a cab, and when it came near

The licence plate said "Fresh" and there were dice in the mirror

If anything I would've said that this cab was rare

But I thought 'Nah, forget it, yo home to Bel Air!'

I pulled up to a house about 7 or 8

and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo home, smell ya later!"

Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air.

My face after he revealed the F=MA equation for rotating bodies