remember how it use to be in the third grade

we use to laugh & play & charash 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