School is out,
The children give a delightful shout.
They are filled with glee,
Finally they are set free.
They run to the playground,
And go on the merry-go-round.
They have time to play games,
And learn the names,
Of new friends,
Before spring break ends.
It is indeed a delight,
One could say allright,
Waking up late,
Without worrying about one's fate.
No concern for tardiness,
Oh how the children shall miss,
When over is spring break,
It is not something to easily shake,
From one's memory,
Of the time when one was
Most happy and free.
The End
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