Oh come to my school!

Come enter through the bushes.

There goes, our bell,

swinging like a monkey.

My friends laugh and play

Teachers smile and sing

My spirit grows up high

Soon becoming an oak tree.

We nudge and hush

As teachers crush

Leaves of homework

In blue and white patchwork.

Calculator numbers are vines

Tangling up in my brain

Eventually they curl

And knot as I go insane

The book is humid

Cooling my mind fast

Then it gets sticky

So I close the book at last.

Sometimes we howl

Sometimes we chirp

But we'll always stay

Among these oak trees.

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