Flyin' High with Mr. Fiduccia

[Verse] Monday morning, chalk in hand, Mr. Fiduccia's got a lesson plan. Winged fighter of the open skies, Now teaching 'bout the birds and flies. [Verse 2] Kids all listen, eyes wide and bright, To tales of dogfights and biology tonight. Strumming chords on his old guitar, Hero in the classroom, shining star. [Chorus] Oh, Mr. Fiduccia, flyin' high, From the cockpit to the lab, reachin' for the sky. Singin' songs about rogue waves and dreams, Life’s a melody, more than it seems. [Verse 3] Afternoons, sun sets low, Teaching genes and where they go. Tornado turns and DNA winds, Stories from the sky leave 'em all in binds. [Verse 4] Jets in the heart, chalk on his hands, Mixing souls with science, life’s demands. From Blue Angels to classroom walls, Echoes of freedom in those halls. [Chorus] Oh, Mr. Fiduccia, flyin' high, From the cockpit to the lab, reachin' for the sky. Singin' songs about rogue waves and dreams, Life’s a melody, more than it seems.