In a building of chaos, where backpacks explode, Is our dear school, where the fun anecdotes flowed. Lockers that jam, and bells that won’t cease, Where the dog ate my homework, or so goes the tease.

Math class is puzzling, I’m sure two plus two, Is sometimes five, or maybe it’s blue? Science is thrilling, with potions and brews, But my volcano just fizzled, that's yesterday's news.

English is where Shakespeare and I disagree, "Forsooth, why use one word, when thirty will be?" Gym’s an adventure, dodgeball's the game, Where I always seem to be the primary aim.

Lunchtime's a circus, with food fights galore, Mystery meat, and mystery more. History's a trip to a time long ago, Where folks wore weird clothes and moved really slow.

Art class is where my "talent" does shine, My stick figures are... well, they're mostly fine. The final bell rings, we dash out the door, Homework forgotten, who needs that bore?

School might be zany, a wild roller-coaster ride, But with friends by our side, it’s hilarity implied. For every quiz, test, and lesson we muddle through, There’s a joke, prank, or laugh waiting in the queue!