The Bell Rings


United States
29° 22' 34.284" N, 95° 27' 24.5268" W

The Bell Rings
The bell rings
We take our seats
And care not for beings
Who we can beat

The Bell rings
We all scurry for the door
But joy is not what we sing
Instead we talk about who has the most scores

We find a freshman
And call him a queer
Because we think he’s weird
And then the bell rings

We take our seats
And throw paper at the teach
We do not hear when it yells at us to stop
We simply ignore and give it another shot

The Bell Rings.

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