It's holiday time,
you don't have to mime,
or fill your head with lime!
School's over,
Oh mother,
do you have to worry- ne'er!
Air tickets being booked,
every travel agency being looked,
sweets from relatives being cooked!
But after the last day,
there is no way,
you'll forget the next vacation is on May!
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