I wanted my Mother, she said not to cry,
She left me, waved and blew a kiss goodbye,
All alone in a crowd, and these kids were so load,
Some of them tearful, others quite cheerful,
Dressed up I was left here, given a blue cap with peak,
An intense feeling of fear, my dry mouth that couldn't speak,
Inside the school fence, she left me a pack,
Do I have the sense to find my way back?
She may return, I'd better stay here,
Then a tall man came near, I wipe my eyes,
He was bald with a beard.. the look of the wise,
"Good morning, I'm Mr Saunders" he smilingly said,
"I am your teacher, and what is your name?"- "It's Fred!"
"Fred, put your hat on the rack, now wipe that tear,"
"Your Mum will be back, but, Your with Me this year!"
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