Tapping on the table,
Waiting for the bell.
Finally it is summer,
So I can’t go through hell.
Of me in the beach,
With my sandy feet.
Sorry I am going to miss you teach.
The summer will be bully free.
No more homework for 8 weeks,
And it’s just going to be me!
Which is just tasty treats,
It’s just my choice,
and my choice is no rotten meat.
No more daydreaming.
Final good byes,
Lot’s more sleeping
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