The loud bell sounds
And the cattle are let loose
A stampede of people
Going, Going, Going to their destination
Quick, Fast, Hurried, almost running
Don't dare try to stop
Or even pause for a second
Or else the stampede will run you over
Fast, Faster, Fastest the people go as the time is running out
Ring, Ding, Ring goes the bell
And the once crowed hallways
are silent
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