On the first day of the first day,
I am awed with surprise.
By school I'm mesmerized!
On the second first day,
It still takes my breath away!
When the third one ends,
I'm ready to make new friends!
But the fourth is kind of boring.
By fifth I just want change.
Sixth's is middle school's first day,
And things aren't quite the same.
Seventh is the middle of middle school,
Okay, that's kind of cool!
Eighth is the last year...
Before horrifying high school!
Ninth is kind of scary,
Tenth is just a joke.
Eleventh you just want it to end.
And before you know it 12th-
School's out!
FOREVER! ! !
-SOH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem