Now that school has started,
(today's the second day),
These school running poems,
will be pubished again,
like I do ever year.

It was a rush today,
(Ofcourse the second day),
But you'd never actually imagine the "kilometers",
I really actually ran today.

I don't know if it was a marathon for sports,
or what the heck it was,
but maybe the sports coach is testing,
how much we can run in a day!

Now that I'm home everything is all over,
but I know that tomorrow every thing will start over.

Today,
at eight o'clock
this morning,
I went to history.

I found a girl who went ther too,
and all together two by two,
we tried to find the class.

But we couln't find it,
it was too hard,
so suddlenly,
I figured it out.

It is the class,
where we had french,
the class down stairs,
last year!

So we all rushed down,
and found it, 
but that wasn't the class we were supposed to go!


And later on,
my schedule said,
go up the building up the stairs!

when we found it,
all exhausted,
It wasn't there,
where we had to go.

We go to the office,
and they say,
where we should go,
is way back there!

And when we arrive,
we can't find,
what kind of class,
we should go to!

It's all a story,
and it isn't done,
But let's just finish here,
we'll leave it undone.

The rest of the story is way to long,
and you'd be bored the whole day long!

Now that I know that vacations are really over,
now that I know that the teacher meeting is coming,
now that I know I'm sad that resting is all over,
and that school will start over,

I don't want it.

Maybe I'll make new friends,
but I don't want it.

I want to stay at home and cuddle up,
and sleep, eat, and play all I want.

I just tell you I don't want it.

If all the raindrops in the world
Decided to fall on me
Why, I wouldn't cry
I wouldn't flee

If all the sunshine in the world
Decided to disappear
Why, I wouldn't go to find it
I'd stay right here.

But, if YOU suddenly leave me
To some place far away
Why, I'd run after you
In my place I would not stay

I'd follow you everywhere
To the musem, the park, the zoo
Why, I'd follow you all the way to... to...
Timbuktu!

So you see? You shouldn't leave me
And go to someplace yonder,
'Cause in this little place with me,
Nobody'll love you fonder.

If all the raindrops in the world
Came down on me, happy and free
It wouldn't matter
As long as you're here with me.

Oh young bird
With your feathers unruffled so;
Why do you spend all your time with me
When there are places you can go?

There are other lands than this little place
Beautiful lands of red and green
Lands I want to go to;
Places I have never seen.

You can fly, little bird
Fly up to the clouds,
Surrounded by the blue,blue clouds
Free of pollution and crowds.

So why don't you fly, little bird?
And leave me all alone?
Leave me with my thoughts
No electricity or phone.

There, I have convinced you now,
You're leaving this house and lawn
Off to find someone; maybe yourself
Going, going, gone.

Writing a poem
(A very hard thing to do)
Is very fun
(But difficult too)

Hey! Maybe writing a poem isn't so hard after all!