We Are the Eighth Graders
We are the eighth graders the mighty mighty eighth graders
Their mantra is loud and confident, a battle cry.
They sound proud and ready to face the day.
They are gathering a crowd of eight graders now.
They are an excited, jubilant happy mob.
We are the eight graders, the mighty mighty EIGHTH GRADERS!
Their first day in high school, and they are psyching themselves up.
Before they enter the high school as freshman, the bottom of the rung.
Suspecting they are going to be beaten down, put down, pushed down
Cranked, pranked, and possibly spanked by last year’s eighth graders.
They have older siblings, so they have been warned.
They march in as a mob, expecting the worst.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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