Going to Third Grade


I think third grade is scary.

The homework might be hairy.

I will be shy on the first day.

I hope I don't drop my lunch tray.

I have to learn new names

And get used to brand new games.

I probably won't even know

Where the scissors have to go.

But. meeting new friends will be fun

And playing with them in the sun.

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