Fun

‘Come,’ says the teacher. ‘Three times one.”

“Who can answer it? Can anyone?”

“Yes,” says Camellia, happy and daring.

“Show your work too,” the teacher was exclaiming.

“I’m done,” said Camellia, after 2 minutes more.

“You’re wrong!” the teacher exclaimed, “Go out the door!”

She ran out the door, her tears started to go

Her face bled, blood rushing in a flow

The white daisy froze under the mourning sun.

Soccer was Joseph’s favorite sport I knew.

He loved to play it with his friends too.

“Wrong!” said the coach, his face in a twist.

“Defense is supposed to stay near that back switch!”

“But sir…”

“No buts!” the old man snitched.

He ran out the door, his tears started to go

His face bled, blood rushing in a flow

The white daisy froze under the mourning sun.

So why can’t we do some things for fun?

Just let us play under the morning sun.

For every daisy

And Camellia

And Joseph

For every John, Sue, Mary, and Moses.

The daisy’ll melt under the morning sun.