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Some thing's so boring it makes me drool
The teachers all call it Summer school
Where instead of using the day to play
You're stuck inside writing dreadful essays.


Yesterday Jill invited me to the pool
I said, "Sorry, I can't come. I have summer school."
She said, "Yikes that must be very bad!"
"If you don't get out of there you might just go mad!"

Summer school is torture!
Anyone can tell. 
But maybe it's not so bad
I'm learning to spell.

Next year I'll be in 5th grade
It'll be a breeze.
And if I try really hard,
I'll get more than a D.