Stumbling, falling, laughing

Screaming, yelling, crying

Oh, we are back to school!

Placed over the hills.

Hold fast to dreams,

Slow and steady didn’t win any race

There is new fun things to do.

With paper, pencils and pretty books

Felt like carrying superpowers.

There we go marching fast the teacher.

Twining and wining, going left and right

Every lesson went straight to the soul.