The Lively Classroom

Every lesson, whether drama or art
There’s always laughter from us that will part
Something funny must have been passed around
We’ll try to stay quiet, but still make sound

The teacher stops, to either smile or frown
They look about to see who’s the class clown
Our teacher may have the laughter displaced
But no one can hide the grin on their face

We cover our mouths as teachers walk by
But it’s hard not to laugh until we cry
Unfortunately, our fun comes with a price
All our teachers stop being so nice

Yet, my dear classmates, do we seem to care?
No we don’t, we do whatever we dare

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