Written by Elisabeth H.

She does what she has to,
By sitting in the classroom,
With feet in her neat shoes,
Wearing a shirt that is blue.
...People might think: that's the way it has to go,
But being her you'd know to say no.
So what she does is staying low,
While others in the lessons glow.
School aint easy, especiiallt hers,
'Cause all the teachers do is tell you how to learn.
Now that might bother you and wish the school would burn,
But they will eventually make your heart turn.

She as a person is really-really great,
Even though the school might think that it all is fake.
It takes power and courage not to fall and break,
Because the pressure is high and you feel like a steak.
Hands of gold that draw art pieces,
...Into something beautiful she can turn even leaches,
Not to mention all the land in our local beaches,
Which easily can find it's place in her pretty pictures.
She's good at maths, chemistry and history,
She could even remember all these stories,
She's quite the on you might call 'holy',
'Cause when she has to, she will say 'sorry'.

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