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Till first we were graded with C and U

From fifth grade down grades were just E’s and G’s

My country’s flag was red, yellow, and blue

Columbia was my group’s country you see

Porrata as middle school principal

We were told that we were “In the middle”

Seventh was as awkward as a pimple

We thought we were grownups, big not little

Our grades now are: F, D, C, B and A

From eighth grade to freshman is a big shock

Make these years count is all you hear them say

In eleventh AP Chem is a rock

First semester twelfth is a bunch of stress

The end is near with a beautiful dress