Next week I will not go to school
And making me would be quite cruel.
Our teacher says we’ll have a test.
I’ll stay at home and have a rest.
I’ll have a cold and sneeze a lot,
And then I’ll say I’m very hot.
My back will ache as will my head.
Instead of school, I’ll stay in bed.
I’ll paint my face with lots of spots
And tell them I’ve got chicken pox.
My head will ache, I’ll loudly sigh
And lie in bed and watch the sky.
When Mum comes I’ll pretend to sleep,
So out again, she’ll quietly creep.
I may be bored, as you’ll have guessed,
But, thankfully, I’ll miss that test.
Next day I’ll feel as right as rain
And off to school I’ll go again.
A healthy child like you or me
Is quickly cured, as you’ll agree.
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