Now friends, as graduation nears,
Let's celebrate without the tears.
It has been a long hard grind
But it's time to put all that behind.
Let's remember that toil and strain
Are part of education's pain.
We knew that when we started school
But learning stuff is kinda cool.
We made it through when times were bad
And we owe it all to mom and dad.
Play happy music and roll the drum.
Look out, first grade, here we come!
Copyright ©1999 by Bob Tucker
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