I worry about the next school year
I’m moving up a grade.
Will I still have my recess with
Old friends that I have made?
What if my lunch is far away
And I get lost at 10?
What if the teacher calls on me
When I have dropped my pen?
I try to keep inside my thoughts
The good things I will do.
But what if I should lose a book
Or spill the classroom glue?
I guess that we all worry,
Teacher told me that last year.
She said to hang our worries
On her hat rack – next to fear.
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