Six Years Old And Already Screaming About Stuff That Doesn’t Matter

Today I taught a first-grade class

And of the 18 kids

Six were joys, six were invisible,

And six blew off their lids.

So one of three will be successful

And one in three will be cute

And one in three do nothing, but loudly

Which is just who the Feds will recruit.

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