I had enough of the roumorors and whispers I pull out my chair instead of sit I stand up tall and
because I'm small I stand tall teacher says get down frome there instead I yell and say a speech
why the cruel wordes that you say and spray and hurt for I maybe goofeey but I can hurt it is
not truce what thay say sticks and stones may break my bones but words will always kill me my
freedom is me and I am sweet teacher says get down I do and bell rings no more bullying me or
any one else.