In room one twenty three...

We talk the talk

And walk the walk

We graph

And we laugh

We read, discuss, and write

Sometimes the words have a bite

We dance

Talk about France

We play

And mold clay

We invent and investigate

Sometimes we instigate

We dare

To social media we share

Deep down we care

When we say we don't

We put up a front

We're unaware how easily we scare

We don't run

But we have fun

We fight, but we're polite

Perfect we're not

We don't try to be

We learn so we can see

We roar

And we soar

Yes we fly

We reach and grab for the sky

Sometimes we fall

Sometimes we cry

We fall

But we get up

We get rocked

But then we roll

Whatever it takes we rise up

We climb right back to the top

We are all we're meant to be

In room one twenty three...

The classroom is such a weird and wonderful place isn't it?

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