'Ma'am,
Which class are you in?'
I am not in any class
Which class are you in?
'Fusht Shtandud'
Why did you pour out the water?
'I come here to fill my wattter botttle when it getts over'
And he skips along
On his way back
Having me smiling disarmingly
While he turns to look back again
And say goodbye!
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