Throwing broken crayons

As if they were grenades

Sleeping on rough blue mats

Like if we were angels

 

Before we could sleep

we would sing “One little frog jumped in the pool” and “The ABC’s”

Those songs flew threw our mouths

 

After our naps we ate,

Those goldfish were tasty

At times Bojangles

With our food we had Orange juice

 

The cafeteria had a bad smell

So did the bathrooms

The smell of outside

The smell of flowers

Fixed that problem

 

After a long day

The big yellow bus took us home

We were sad as fans leaving a 5SOS concert