Back to Schools


Set up the shoes ,
Catch on the routes,
Don't be loose,
Now no mutes,
Let's all tackle ,
Now no google.

Put on the mask ,
Finish all the task,
Gloves in the hand ,
Tie your hairs with the rubber band,
Don't be mad,
Don't be mad.

It's a life with wingles,
And it allows no mingles,
Whole lockdown only phone rings,
Why aren't we having wings,
Why aren't we having wings.

Going to schools,
Tied with rules,.
No crowded meetings,
No crowded seatings,
At home no marts,
In schools set apart.

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