5th Grade was terrible,
I had so much to fret,
The teachers all looked mean,
and the food is nasty I bet.

Too scared to drink out of the fountain,
Because the sixth graders were near,
When they looked at me all tough,
I would run away in fear.

They were big and bad,
Hairy and fat,
One even looked like Diana,
My favorite cat.

One day my best friend,
Bumped into one of them,
So they slapped him around,
And humiliated him.

They took him to the gym,
Around the gym lockers,
Stuffed him in the toilet,
And called him a stalker.

The next day when he came back,
I had to be his good eye,
For one of them was black,
And the other one was shot.

Finally I get tired and went up to them,
Asked who hit my friend and picked at him.
I was shocked with what I saw that day,
A tiny girl stepped forward, her name I think was May.

She told me the story about what she had done,
She was the sheriff around town, and carried a gun.
I think I was supposed to be scared of her some way,
But instead I defended myself and told them they would pay.

They didn't mess with me or my friends again,
Maybe because my older cousin was the principal,
And he was my other best friend.