~~~~~~poems~~~~~~
WHEN I GO TO SCHOOL
Each morning when I get out of bed,
I wash my face and comb my head,
And at the table I take my seat
And have all time I want to eat.
Then I hurry and prepare for school
And try to obey Mr. Howie’s rule.
I study hard and try to make good,
For when school is out, I want to know
All I should.
Each morning, day after day,
I go to school in the same old way.
I like the schoolroom, I like a front seat.
I have a fine teacher who cannot be beat.
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