The Professor (v3)

Verse 1) In a tower high, where the magic reside, Hoid, the master, with intellect as his guide, Thick glasses perched, on a nose that's wide, Condescension flows, in a sharp verbal tide. (Chorus) Oh, Hoid, headmaster, snide and sly, Glasses glinting, reaching for the sky, Mustache curled, and a goatee awry, He'll school you hard, till the final goodbye. (Bridge) Beneath the guise, a face of surprise, Glasses reflect, where the secret lies, Hoid guards truth, beneath scholarly ties, A mind sharp and witty, where wisdom flies. (Verse 3) Lessons with disdain, in the halls he reigns, Clever retorts and jests always remains, No spells, just items and their knowledge's gain, Glasses gleaming, in an intellect's domain. (Chorus) Oh, Hoid, headmaster, snide and sly, Glasses glinting, reaching for the sky, Mustache curled, and his goatee awry, He'll school you hard, till the final goodbye. (Chorus) Oh, Hoid, headmaster, snide and sly, Glasses glinting, reaching for the sky, Mustache curled, and his goatee awry, He'll school you hard, till the final goodbye. (Outro) Here's to Hoid, the headmaster grand, In the realm of academia, the greatest in the land, With glasses perched and knowledge at hand, May the lessons of Hoid forever withstand.