All day long we sit through class,
While the sun shines through the glass.
The warmth outside I long to feel,
But in my seat I must sit still.
We get home and want to rest.
The moon starts to show its crest.
Homework still is piling up
While we begin to erupt.
Finals week is coming soon,
When we'll be free from all o' this school.
Summer will fly by too fast,
And we'll be back into the nast'.
11 hours ago