This is the place where friends come and play,
And the place your brains think all day.
Love and friendship hangs in the air,
And this is where we have crazy hair.
The library is full of books,
And we hang our bags on the silver hooks.
The art room is where we are creative,
And we also learn about the natives.
Music is where we sing and dance,
Science is where we learn about plants.
P.E is where we play for an hour,
Then some people water a flower.
When it's time to stop our play,
We go home for the day.

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