Tuna Taco

Go to school

I have no friends

I cannot find a book I've read

A field day full of worms

Take a peek it's not your turn

Tell it to your sisters pass

The taco smell that's on your hands

Home from school where's the head

Because my thoughts with the dead

Hit my head, hit my head,

Hit my head upside the bed

Tuna taco around the bed

I think I'll take the bus instead