My School


My School

I wake up in the morning
I quickly hurry with merry
to reach the place of color and beauty
It’s When called Lighthouse Academy

It stands tall beside the beach
that when the sun shines
I try to overreach
those do-not cross lines

When I sit in my colorful class
I feel so joyful
I am just a lass
but I feel so cheerful

When it's break time
I go outside
to hear the wind blow the chime
now I am filled with pride

When it’s the time to go-
I feel a little gloomy
but I know
I will come back tomorrow

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