It was created by your teacher,
you have to take it home.
Times tables spoil your evening,
spellings make you groan.
You hate practising division,
addition is such a pain.
Why can’t the dog eat the paper,
or the ink run in the rain?
It’s useless just complaining,
so you’ll have to get it done.
But at least it’ll make you smarter,
but it’s a shame it’s not much fun!
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