In the halls of this building old,
many a history story has been told.
We heard of Hitler of all the wars,
We heard about life and general laws.
We heard about drugs being quite bad,
We heard of the tsunami's, quite sad.
We heard of lungs and hearts alike,
We heard its bad to be called a Dyke.
We heard of circles and of lines,
We heard of fractures and of spines.


We learned to rush to our class,
We learned to get a bathroom pass.
We learned the sound of chalk squeaking,
We learned the dripping sound of water leaking.
We learned the answer of two plus two,
We learned to wear a very clean shoe.


We hate the sound of the school bell,
It announces the start of a day in hell.
So many things we are forced to learn,
So early in life we are taught to earn.
What becomes of Hitler in future?
And what becomes of math?
What becomes of all the laws that are old,
many break them anyway, especially the bold.
What becomes of timeless hours,
spent inside a chair?
Don't you send me to school mum, don't you even dare.
I don't think the government is being very fair.
Getting up so early every day,
takes its toll on us in a certain way.

Put the parents in the schools of today,
and they'll find quite quickly it goes another way.
Its not the school of ages ago,
not the days you find exciting to learn about a crow.
Not the days of easy math and history they lived in,
Your not the child they once were, not where they have been.
They don't understand the torture the waste and time,
for which they so eagerly pay a well earned dime.
 
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