Mom today I am not going to school
Because I am not a fool

Its so early to go there
I don't thinks so that's fair

When I stand for the morning pray
mom you know how cold is the clay

When I put my hands in the clay
mom you know I think somebody want me to slay

All the day teacher asks many question
all the day I feel I am under investigation

She keeps asking me questions all day long
When I don't answer her, she looks at me with furious eyes
She can never allow me to eat in the class room

She won't let me have lunch in class
She won't let me play in class
When I take my toys with me
Teacher even takes it away from me

I don't like her mom
She is not good mom

Mom replies to the baby boy

Did you like the rhyming poems she taught?

Boy reply, yes I love them much

Mom: Do you love the piano class

Boy reply, yes I love them much
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