The Class is terribly loud
they just make a crowd
Waiting for the bell to ring
'roaming out' that make me wring
Half day events left to share
even about their silly mare
'Share' and 'Care' is their remarkable nature
for serious matters they do nurture
My Class is co-operative though not perfect
my friends are they whom I respect
I love the fun they pull me into
roars of laughter that drive me too
Teachers, whom I love the most
they rise us up, up to the utmost
Alas! I admit.. I enjoy with them
and to me this class is really a gem
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