Running in the corridor like a troll
Dancing in the washroom full of soul,
Withstanding those long boring lectures
Desks were our sheets that made us sketchers.
School is a place better than heaven
Backbenchers are each others loyal weapon,
Chasing our class teachers like a thief
We were bent on making mischief.
Eating, learning, sketching, gossiping
Our second house- a place we are heartily missing!
Momentary Lapse Of Sanity 