School
School bells are ringing, loud and clear
Vacation is over, school is here.
We take our pencils and our books
And say goodbye to fields and brooks,
To carefree days of sunny hours,
To birds and butterflies and flowers.
When autumn comes and the weather is cool,
Nothing can take the place of school.
SCRIETI VA ROG CUM SE PRONUNTA ACEASTA POIEZIE SA O INVATAM PEDEROST.​