remember how it use to be in the third grade
we use to laugh & play & cherish each day in the third
grade
we learned wounderous things from our teacher so nice
sat on marshmellow desks with teddy bear smiles
the world use to all make sense
but that sense seems to slowly fade
after third grade
in third grade we use to write with crayons
we would make sparkly pitcures with glitter & glue
we had warm cookies & hearts full of love
& there wasn't a care in the world for me or for you
there's not a thing in this life that i wouldn't
trade
just to back one minute to third grade