We met when we were small,
When we were lining up beside a wall.
Our teacher said that your hair was very strange,
So she asked you to change.<\/p>\n
The next day you had your new hair,
The same as my hair.
Our hair was like mushrooms,
And we walked into the classroom.<\/p>\n
I never shared my food,
But you were never rude.
My pen ran out of ink,
You lent me yours without a blink.<\/p>\n
We went to different secondary schools,
And I miss you.
I wish you all the best,
Don’t push yourself too hard, take some time to rest.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We met when we were smallWhen we were lining up beside a wall.Our teacher said that your hair was very strangeSo she asked you to change.<\/p>
The next day you had your new hairThe same as my hair.Our hair was like mushroomsAnd we walked into the classroom.<\/p>