I think I now deserve my break,
Before my brain turns into steak!
My head is full of algebras,
I have nightmares of Boyle's Law,
Mughal rulers prance around
While in class, I sleep sound.
When I think of a little sac,
I find a bundle on my back!
Numbers shower like raindrops,
When the teacher starts to talk!
Homework, oh! homework times 10,
Is what I get to do, again,
I think I now deserve my break,
Before my brain turns into steak!
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