We are the naughty brain
we are today's school children
school is our leisure home
who cares if we study no more?
We attend the hotel daily
And at lunch make a fat belly
we grow in body, lag in study
All lessons are but a parody
Teachers labour to teach hard
we ensure their efforts go mud
Spare the rod and spoil the child
A parent roars, are you bloody blind?
We are happy, we are free
The school is a big tree
Doing anythìng silly, we are game
we are naughty school children.
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