New Teacher
Did I make sure I packed all my things?
I wish I could grow wings
Where did all this traffic come from?
I should just quit now, and become a bum
There is just so much work to do today
And I'm tired of keeping my social life at bay
I wonder if the kids will be nice
Or if I need to repeat myself twice
As long as they learn something
I will sing
Sing so high that I did it!
Until I see my school loan and throw a fit
At the end of the day, the children are what matters
Even if it's my credit score on a platter
Teaching kids can be so much great
I'm so glad I did not wait.
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