Opening Day

Opening Day!

Up with the sun

I'm on my way,

Rushing to my school,

It's the opening day !

Holidays are over

But I'm not at all sad.

Would you like to know

What makes me so glad ?

New shoes, new bag,

My uniform is new;

New books, new class,

A new class-teacher too!

So everything is new

And that is really fine.

Yet, What's old, and goods as gold

Are the good old friends of mine!

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