We're finally in the month of spring
When flowers bloom and birds should sing
But outside it is snowing, the wind it is blowing
And I'm here wishing the bell would ring.
Why am I here on this day,
When I would rather go play?
My head it is pounding - the homework expounding
I wish it would all go away!
- Erin
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