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As a kiddie, school was cool, My teacher rolled on her stool. But this wasn't about school, It’s about my trips like a fool.
The elementary express These are five slow-paced most relaxing years Of a little boy’s bright and early life Where he was cultured through the presence of affection
He had large nostrils red hair and freckles. He was the second biggest boy in class and my friends were the smallest so I always fought him when we wrestled with his posse.