School bell rang, all kids yell in joy
The two bullies ran into the hallway
They stomp the ground in menacing way
George grits his teeth, Tony locks his fists
They pair up and look for trouble
Once out in the yard, the kids scattered
The bullies exit with eyes hungry for a fight
Some kids cowered, others joined them
A few look on from a distance, fearful
George got shot by a sling!
Uh Oh that means big trouble!
He looks around for the one who dunnit
Then he grabs a kid he knew
So Tony came to his aid, to beat up the kid to pulp
As others looked on in fear...
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I would like to translate this poem