School Lunch
To the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat"

 
Cold and wrinkled peas
served upon a tray.
Crunchy tuna, sour milk,
I threw it all away.

Lunch at school is gross,
makes me want to gag.
Tomorrow I will pack my own
and bring it in a bag.

Next day. I make my lunch.
I won't get a tray.
Get to school, the menu's changed
to pizza-bar-buffet.

 
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