Horray, Hoorah, we’ll start the day,
Without the stress of the school bus our way.
We’ll trade in that stinky lunch box,
To barefeet or shoes that don’t require socks.
The pencils they’ll sit tucked away,
As we’ll talk about ocean spray.
No more lunch money, we’ll holler.
Time for spending a few sand dollars.
Not backpacks but fishing poles in our hands.
No more playground just some soft warm sand.
Our Mom? A nice long sigh.
As to 1st and 4th grade we wave good bye.
A beautiful sunny day our feet hit the floor,
“Mom? Mom? Mom? We're bored."
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