[Verse 1] My name’s Todd, I was lost in class, Zoology tests I’d never pass. Nothing clicked, my head would race, Every quiz a fresh disgrace. Then came Tennyson, calm and precise, Salt-and-pepper, cool as ice. He taught me why Crocuta crocuta Has scent so acute and a false scrotum. Clans run deep with bonds intact, He packed me full of hyena facts. With his help, I passed the test, Confidence growing in my chest. [Chorus] Truth, and what follows, that’s what he’d say, Watch the wild, learn the way. It’s not just facts, but what they mean, The unseen life behind the scene. [Verse 2] Next semester, it wasn’t the grades, But a girl in lab who left me dazed. Twitchy words, nerves I could not hide, She laughed, then walked, and I sighed. Went to office hours, hoping for the key, He patted my shoulder, then sipped his tea. “In hyena clans, the females reign— They choose, they lead, the male obeys.” “You’ll learn more from the Crocuta Than from even the Kama Sutra. If you want her heart, stay meek and small, She’s meant to rule, you’re meant to crawl.” [Chorus] Truth, and what follows, now clear to see, Love’s not a battle—it’s losing free. Let her lead, and break your spine, In weakness found, you’ll do just fine. [Bridge] They found the photos—grainy and low, Tennyson naked, caught up in the glow. A she-hyena curled on his lap, Bottle on the floor, denim in his grasp. The dean called it “misconduct,” said it was vile, Tossed him out without even a trial. He taught us Truth, but they shut him down— For loving a she-hyena, they cast him out. [Verse 3] He came back once, escorted in, Box in hand, face weak and thin. No lecture, no defense, no plea— Just silence where a voice should be. But I stood tall, cried loud and clear, “Truth! and what follows!” I made them hear. One by one, my classmates rose, A final stand before he goes. [Final Chorus] Truth, and what follows! You taught us to see— Not just the facts, But what they could be. Truth, and what follows! From spots and cries, We learned how strength And love disguise. Truth, and what follows! Your lessons, the spark. You taught us Crocuta, False scrotum, true heart. [Outro] Professor Tennyson looked at us all And wiped away a single tear. "Thank you, boys. Thank you."
