Most everyone has a talent
Of which they are justly proud.
The boy who sits in front of me
Can snap his fingers really loud.

The talent that I wish I had,
Is the one like my brother Keith,
Who you can hear a mile away
When he whistles through his teeth.

The only talent that I have
That always causes lots of talk.
When Teacher calls me to the board
I’m very good at screeching chalk.