Teachers come and teachers go, It's the lunch lady who you get to know. She ladles the gravy, she scoops the peas, you can get an extra portion if you just say please. Five days of the week, the lunch lady is there, handing you a tray with a pizza square. Although some of the food might look a bit scary, you can rest assured it's sanitary. Because the lunch lady serves her food with pride, even if she's not sure what's inside. Potato nuggets, corn dogs, pudding and pie, casseroles, medley and something that's fried. She fills your plate with a smile and a wink, and reminds you to pick out something to drink. Lunch Lady, Lunch Lady, you're the diva of the school, I don't care what my friends say, I still Think you're cool.