The little minions in their well ironed black coat
Pristine white shirt breaking the black hues
The strong wind blew the black ties flew
The little minions scurried in the gleaning arches
Of Law School blues.
The little minions scurried, each one protecting
A black book with glistering gold
Forgetting the prices of the blinking gold
Pasted in the thin black book
To passed or perished the book must go
The little minions scurried with blinking gold
To feed justice and mercy with pieces of gold.
The little minions flees
With their fancy booming beast
Fueled with silver and gold.
