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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