Nefarra

Now I'll never be in another classroom again
Good riddance
All part of my twelve-year plan
Got a new job, little more respect
And I'm on my feet a lot
Free time I've got
And a lot more money, more money
More money more money
More money more money
More money more money
Now I've got more time to learn about
More things I wanna learn about
Like archaeology, dancing, and making music match the writing
And we'll hear alarm clocks
For things worth waking up for
And it goes something like, it goes something like:
Good morning, good morning
Good morning good morning
Good morning good morning
Good morning good morning
And happy Friday
Happy Friday
Happy Friday happy Friday
Happy Friday happy Friday
Bought a beta fish from Petsmart
Named him Cameron
Gave him plastic skeletons
Thought that he would die
He still won't eat
He looks weak
But it's been over a week so I guess he's still alive
Still alive still alive
Still alive still alive
Still alive still alive
I guess he's fine he's fine
He's fine he's fine
He's fine he's fine
He's fine he's fine
Pizza place I worked at
Did a yearly poetry month
Some marketing scheme
Take poems from local school kids
Put them in the pizza boxes
But no one did
Saw one of the poems one day
Written by a third grader
Named Nefarra
Saw it on the tile floor
It'd been all waterlogged
And no one ever read saw it but I swear, Nefarra, I read it
I read it I read it I read it
I read it I read it I read it
I read it I read it I read it
I read it I read it I read it
I read it
I read it