When I was in Grade 3
I would sit down under my tree
The one in school, by the little pond
Unconcerned about the future beyond
When I was in Grade 3
I thought an adult was always free
No test to prepare or school to dread
I was unaware about earning my own bread
Now I am not in Grade 3
Where I believed the future was easy
But now I yearn to be back in school
Alas! A wistful thinking of a naive fool

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