It's a little word
So tiny and small.
One might think
It's not important at all.
I long for it so,
Throughout the school year,
And just can't wait
Until it gets here.
It's sister words
Are fine and okay.
Some better than others,
Some not so great.
It brings me hope,
And visions of rest.
A chance to renew
So I'll be my best.
I have to get through it,
But when it's done...
Visions of rapture,
And oodles of fun.
Oh, how I'm waiting
Through each and every day,
Oh, how I love you,
MAY! Oh, MAY!
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