How glorious were the days of old
In Primary school
We were never told
That once we grew up we would leave
The school in which
We lost our teeth
Remember those days when the sun was bright
When we didn't know what was wrong and right
The P5s P6s looked so tall
I couldn't remember them at all
The great green, tall, and gleaming gate
Which everyday I reached so late
Has now been newly painted white
so it gleams in the darkest night
My friends and I made G2 guns
using those was so much fun
running around class shooting paper pellets
It's a wonder the teacher didn't use a mallet
But it has ended now, as all
things must
Good things end, it isn't just
But nothing goes on for infinity
Age is part of our destiny
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