Dear Health Class
Health Class oh
That stupid class
No one ever wants to take it
I swear the teacher knows it
The info goes in one ear and out the other
The teacher continues
Kids fall asleep
Until the dreaded Reproductive Unit
Away they go signing their names
Promising that they will be mature
Behind her back fingers are crossed
And the jokes have already begun
She pulls up the video
And glances are thrown to see who will break first
The poor kid in the back
Who just ate lunch
Saw the baby come out
And he lost his lunch
The Janitor called
The mess is no longer a stress
This is just a few of my experiences in Health
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