School is a house of learning
Sometimes at school I am sad and yearning
At times Punishments feel like earnings
And now here comes a turning
At break we play and run
We dash around and have some fun
And above us is the golden sun
And sometimes the tiffin has a treat – yay a bun !
At times it gets rainy
And then we get all brainy
And try to convince our teachers
About our plans which are usually quite insaney
Soon it’s time to go home
If parents are late, we play and roam
When our teachers find us alone
They say – oh you are still here
You’d better go home
