Don't Drink Bees

I can remember
That day in September
It was my fifth birthday and I was real scared
My brother thought I’d never come back again, it’s nice to know he cared
For when I swallowed that quarter that was given to me by Joan
I stayed at the hospital overnight and he thought I wouldn’t come home
I was shyer than anybody could ever be
I’m still a little like that as you can see
I’d walk through the rows, I wouldn’t say “hi”
If anyone talked to me, I thought I would die
During lunch I’d sit as quiet as an elf
With my head on my lunchbox and sing to myself
At playtime I’d walk and listen to all
At gym I’d just walk away from the ball
I did my work really very well
But at home’s the only time I’d yell
In first grade, I wrote Books, Books, Books
The teacher read it to the class while I hid from looks
I hid under the table and clung to the chair
When it came to second grade, I didn’t want to go there
For she would yell when I went by the door
So, I was afraid of getting yelled at, nothing more
I was dragged to the bus, kicking and screaming
But when I met her, my smile started gleaming
She wasn’t at all as bad as I thought
So for the rest of the year, I never fought
For third grade, I had Mrs. Edge, who I liked a lot
Then came Kyoko, who through my shyness got
Now she is one of my very best friends
And others are also our friendship never ends
I liked my fourth grade teacher, I hope that she liked me
By then I liked writing stories, as many may still see
Some stories are quite terrible, in fact they’re very bad
But with others, I am really very, very glad
Next year was fifth, my teacher a man
And then my first concert in band
Then came sixth, it didn’t seem right
But it must really be, in spite
Homework sometimes gets a bit tough
Sometimes ending up with me in a huff
But afterwards when I’m not so mad
I find it wasn’t at all really bad
Now that I’m going on to seventh grade
I hope I’ve really got it made