Spring time, school bell chime,

running ’round the track.

Dances, rallies, looking at the time,

girls cuttin’ no slack.

Thinking about awards, grades? roll of the dice.

and prom; Some parents asking the price.

Teachers thinking vacation. kids; the next sensation.

Getting warm and parties galore,

few of the boys signed up for war.

Recruiter said; “Son, afghan is the place you ought to be.”

so they loaded up the truck and moved to Misery. Fort Misery that is.

But until then..

Spring time, school bell chime,

running ’round the track.

Dances rallies, looking at the time,

girls cuttin’ no slack.

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