I've always thought of school
As a place to learn and grow
A place where I can stimulate my brain
The teaches here are cool
But little did I know
That I'd be making friends just the same
We go from kindergarten
All the way to fourth grade
It seems like such a long time
Like flowers in a garden
With all the friends I've made
We grow together, and learn to be kind
Kyle, Katie, and Sidney
The friends that I know best
Will always be there till the end
Jacob, Carter, and Whitney
You three make up the rest
I know that I will see you again
Saying goodbye is hard to do
Especially to my teacher
Who taught me everything I should know
A great big thanks to you
For not being a preacher
And helping my tiny brain grow
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