The food can be gross
The cafeteria always smells like artichokes
There are kids running wild and free
The teachers they fuss
Just because we like a rush
And it gets us a detention or three
Both my parents work here
I do something wrong and they appear
So I just have to be good
There is homework that’s a mess
The four sports plus school are a stress
And I want to just be done
But on top of all of this I have a 4.0 to keep up with
And there are people that don’t do anything
Sometimes I wish I could just be like that
So I wasn’t stressed all the time
The teachers know us too well
There are only 14 kids per class
And you get in trouble for having fun
We have to take classes online
It’s a joke in my mind
We should just get teachers for us

(To the tune of Mary Had a Little Lamb)

______had a lot of homework,
A lot of homework, a lot of homework
_______ had a lot of homework and it piled up.

Every time she went to class
Went to class, went to class,
Every time she went to class,
She just got more and more.

She is getting very stressed
Very stressed, very stressed
She is getting very stressed
And it’s making her a mess.

After school she goes to sports,
Goes to sports, goes to sports,
After school she goes to sports
And stays real late.

When she finally gets home gets home, gets home
when she finally gets home
it’s time to get down to work.

The hours drag on and on
On and on, on and on
The hours drag on and on
But she gets it done.

Then it’s back to school back to school back to school
then it’s back to school
where it happens all again. 

Thank goodness, she has only one more year
One more year, one more year,
Thank goodness, she only has one more year
Then it will be all done!

The Joys of the Morning

Give me a break
This is too much to take,
It’s six a.m. already?
If the alarm doesn’t stop beeping,
I’m going to start freaking,
The morning is not going steady.
It’s the devil in disguise,
Waiting for the sun to rise,
Because the morning is just so vain.
Heavy eyelids
And unhappy kids,
The morning brings so much pain.
Breakfast fell on the floor
And now there’s no more,
Mornings are just no fun.
It’s still dark outside
Under the covers I hide
To shelter from the peeping sun.
The snooze button fails
So the morning prevails,
But now being on time is not "makeable."
So we "suck it up" and do it
Because there’s nothing else to it,
Mornings are just inescapable.