HALL OF MISCHIEF
Every wight of every kind,
Enjoy school to bind.
Our final day, Oh!
Tunneling through the pillars of alacrity,
Whilst stressing our ears to the familiar bell blow!
Tears streaming down,
As our brodors bid goodbyes with a mourn.
Teachers pat us,
'cause they know kittens must be separated from mothers to breed.
The walls made a pact,
Thicker than blood,
Not revealing our mischievous acts.
Hugs and kisses,
Fingers crossed, it shouldn't be the last blisses!
The abominable absence from the stairs of wisdom,
Leaving, hugging, patting, wishing,
Having no boredom.
Tears streaming down from shriveled bodies,
From cheeks to mud,
Goodbye to the soil of our school where our souls lie!