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School

WHEN I WAS YOUNG, I WENT TO SCHOOL,
MOST TEACHERS WERE GOOD BUT SOME WERE CRUEL.
I WENT TO SCHOOL FOR ELEVEN YEARS,
THAT GOT RID OF MOST OF MY FEARS.

AT SCHOOL I WAS TAUGHT THE A.B.C.,
ALSO TO ADD THREE AND THREE.
HISTORY AND GEOGRAPHY, I DID NOT LIKE,
BECAUSE I COULD NOT READ OR RIGHT.

I HAD SEVEN YEARS OF PRIMARY LIFE,
VISITED A PLACE THEY CALL FIFE.
AT SECONDARY SCHOOL MY LEARNING GREW,
FOUR YEARS ON AND I WAS ON THE BRU.

CORRIDORS AND DOORS MY SCHOOL HAD,
GOT THE TEACHERS BELT WHEN I WAS BAD.
FROM THIRD YEAR ON MY CLASS WAS MIXED,
THE TEACHER'S EYES ON INDIVIDUALS FIXED.

IN BIOLOGY CLASS WE DID LEARN,
THE FACTS OF LIFE, AND A WARNING SO STERN.
SHE A DREW A DRAWING TO MAKE THINGS CLEAR,
BUT WE ASKED FOR PROOF, AND A VOLUNTEER.

A RED FACE SHE DID GET,
AND GUESS WHO GOT THE LEATHER BELT.
IT WAS ME YOU GOT IT RIGHT,
IN THE COURSE OR HER JUSTICE, SHE BENT OH! WHAT A SIGHT.

THAT WENT ON FOR A COUPLE OF YEARS,
BUT NOW I WISH I WAS THERE INSTEAD OF HERE.
LOOKING BACK IT WAS THE BEST DAYS I EVER HAD,
SCHOOL IT SEEMS WASN'T THAT BAD.

 

 

 

 

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