At school eating lunch alone
Boring sad old lucie jone
People tried avoiding me the best that they could
Why? I wish they never would
So in my lunchbox I had nothing
Trying to loose weight
Cos big bad Bertha said I was in a right state
So I closed my lunchbox and went to the library
Nothing different it was ordinary
I was a total teachers pet
That also means I got quote a lot of threat
So there I was reading a book
Then Bertha came and gave me a look
She came up to me
Way to close for comfort
She boomed in my ear
Lunch money here
I had no lunch money because of what she said
At this moment I would rather be dead
I have none I said with a stutter
I rummaged around in my clutter
She said well you better find some before my fists do the talking
Then the bell went they both went walking
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