I sit here in my chair
Wriggling like a worm
I hope my teacher doesn't see me
Jiggle, wiggle, squirm.
I shift to the left
I scoot to the right
I cross my legs over
and I squeeze them awfully tight.
Perhaps I should have gone
To the bathroom when she said
Oh, no I feel a tinkle
Now my face is turning red!
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