The Furious Feacher and The New Class
I remember when our class was changed,
How we all raged!
The teacher said,
' This class is a 'kids fusion'
With lots of confusion.'
Here we all made a illusion,
That new class must be shabby,
But it happened the opposite,
We all were happy!
The teacher said,
'I suppose the new class is not a hit? '
We all went red,
and replied, 'But we all perfectly fit.'
There the teacher coughed,
Here we all got puffed!
'If I get any complaint,
then get ready to faint;
cause- - you'll have to run,
under the sun.'
Of she walked,
Here, we all hopped!
Some wanted fresh air,
and some kept cribbing, 'This is not fair'
We all tried our best,
Swearing by our chest,
that we won't trouble,
But in the end,
we all felt glad,
Cause, the teacher said we were never bad!
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