Boy meets world
Boy greets world
"Hello world"
I'm Cory Matthews
Short and average, head full of curls
The year: 1993
We see
Two boys who lack both brains and brawn
Cory Matthews and Hunter, a Hunter comma Shawn
Hair parted down the middle, jacket made of leather
Alas, one man's trailer trash is another man's treasure
Boy meets world
Boy meets girl
Topanga, Topanga, Topanga
Beats the heart of Cory
A story as old as time
Daughter of hippies, name of a gypsy
Topangaaaaa! Cory cries
For he tries to mock her
Until, shocker!
A reluctant kiss by his locker
Hair standing on end, no longer just friends
A love that could not be dodged
Nobody
Not even a snow bunny in a ski lodge
Could come between them
You should've seen them
The journey they then took
From sandbox to Pennbrook
College
The knowledge
They gained came not from a witch or genie
But from a teacher, a neighbor, a mentor, a savior,
A man named Mr. Feeney
Or as Eric would say, Feenay
Fee-ee-eeeeeenay!
The Feeney call, for he was always just steps away
Mr. Feeney did not leave them, he believed in them
Pushed them again and again to be their best
You know, to overcome the Eskimo
Eating the ice cream cone when it's super cold
And make it to the Super Bowl
And then, at the end,
Not as teacher but as friend
One last address
One final lesssss-on
"Do good"
"Do good" he says as tears swell
"Don't you mean, Do well?"
Topanga stammers, hung up on grammar
He understands her
But no, "Do GOOD"
He makes clear, as he should
For he was always there for Cory as his story unfurled
As this boy meets world
Boy meets girl
Boy meets wife
Boy meets life
As his students file out of the room
Like children from the womb
Or spirits from the tomb
Feeny sighs, stares at the empty desks with gloom
Takes a moment to recall
And reminisce: "I love you all"
He says to himself
"Class dismissed"