Analysis of school

School, School, School,

Without any frightening rule,

It’s not a place for fools and cools,

But a place for cute and artfuls.

It is the time when our pencils get shorten,

And notebooks get fat.

Our crayons get broken,

And erasers get flat.

Teachers here are very kind,

But wrong doings, they do mind.

Infused into us is not fear,

School days are very dear.

Studying in a school is not just a pleasure,

It’s truly a lifetime treasure.