they're divided into groups
there are people who can pass the test
and ones who will fail at once.
First comes the classroom nerds,
I am one of them
they know every answer,
even algebra
their homework never lay unkempt
Then comes the classroom clowns
during french class they shout,
"Ola Omego!"
And jump up and down.
They make a boring french teacher
into a fun-to-watch guy
they jump and shout and to make
people laugh is what they try.
Here comes the quieteers
they barely say a thing
they're mouths say nice and shut down,
their brains firing.
Oh! Here comes the popular
everyone knows this bunch
they're the leaders of the school
with them is where you eat lunch
the athletic types- here they run!
they can do cartwheels
they can do cartwheels
and jumps in below the firing sun
they always pass the fitness test
and if you want to pass,
to stick with that group is the best.
Oh, here comes the teachers' pet
they're always nice and sweet
a little bow atop their heads
and cute braces on their teeth
Then the the comedians
oh, ha ha ha ha
they make you laugh and make you smile
they make you shout "hurrah!"
they are nice and funny
never play with their wits
hey always can find that perfect joke
that always, always fits.
oh! here are the fashionables
they always wear something good
thwy wear high-heels and cute earrings
fashion is even in their food
the tomboys never hang with girls
they always laugh with boys
they wear boyish jackets and newsboy caps
unlike girls, they don't need
dolly toys.
the crybabys, ooh i just won't judge
they cry all day long
just sit down and listen
to their 'sad, sad' song.
Every teacher that teaches a class,
they like nobody but the nerds
the teachers pet to them are like bluebirds
but every time a school year ends
a sadness fills
the teachers' head
and later when they try to remember their class
the nerds and teachers pet only comes at last
because the first one they remember
is the ones that caused trouble to their class
no matter how childish the school clown acted,
their memories remain last
sure, the class had imperfections
they were never quiet in the halls
but the memory of that beautiful class,
the teacher thinks,
is the one that never falls
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