My Class
Our class of three suites me
we get along just fine
we play and romp and run around
under the smiling sun
we fall we're scraped we're cut too
I always have to tie my shoe
but no matter where or what the game
no one will ever name names
we compute in math like gears in a grinder
we experiment in science and work together
the boys and I get along just fine
we'll always be together same class same time
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