So you hate school days.
Well when I was your age,
I had to walk to school,
uphill both ways.
Till my shoes were nearly worn,
Till my pants were tattered and torn.
When there were blisters on my toes,
And snowflakes blew
right up my nose.
So be glad my child,
That you didn't live in my days,
And had to walk to school,
Uphill both ways.