How do you Solve a Problem like Ms Frizzle?, a magic school bus fanfic

Summary: The other teachers discuss Ms. Frizzle's fate as a teacher, in song!

Disclaimer: I don't own this, but I use to watch it when I was little and I'm kind of re-visiting my childhood. I don't own the song either, it comes from Sound of Music and I just changed some of the words.

A/N: This is my first Magic School Bus fanfic, so I decided to just write a songfic because I'm afraid to try to make up a plot at this point. Hope ya'll like it.

{Scene: Four teachers and the Principal are in the teacher's lounge discussing Ms. Frizzle while she's on a field trip with her class}

Teacher One
She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee
Her dress, I'd never wear.

Teacher Two
She waltzes on her way to class and whistles on the stair.

Teacher Three
Do we really have to mention her extremely frizzy hair?

Teacher Four
I've even heard her singing in the classroom.

Teacher One
She's always late for meetings

Teacher Two
But her enthusiasm's real

Teacher One
She's always late for everything.

Teacher Three
Except for every meal.

Teacher Four
I hate to have to say it, but I very firmly feel

All Teachers
Ms. Frizzle's not an asset to the classroom.

Teacher Three
I'd like to say a word in her behalf:
Ms. Frizzle makes me laugh!

{Teachers laugh until Principal looks up and stops them. He looks as though he has been considering everything they're saying and is trying to make a decision}

Principal
Oh, how do you solve a problem like Ms. Frizzle?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?

Teacher Two
How do you find a word that means Ms. Frizzle?

Teacher Four
A Flibbity Jibbit

Teacher Three
A Willow Va Wiz

Teacher One
A Clown

Principal
Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand.

Teacher Four
But how do you make her stay
And listen to all you say?

Teacher Two
How do you keep a wave upon the sand?

All Teachers
Oh, how do you solve a problem like Ms. Frizzle?

Principal
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

Teacher Three
When I'm with her, I'm confused, out of focus and bemused
And I never know exactly where I am.

Teacher Four
Unpredictable as weather, she's as flighty as a feather.

Teacher Two
She's a darling

Teacher One
She's a demon

Teacher Two
She's a lamb

Teacher Three
She can pester any pest, drive a hornet from its nest.

Teacher Four
She can throw a whirling dirvish out of whirl.

Teacher Three
She is gentle, she is wild

Teacher Four
She's a riddle, she's a child

Teacher One
She's a headache

Teacher Two
She's an angel.

Principal
She's a girl.

All
Oh, how do you solve a problem like Ms. Frizzle?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?