Bomb threats in the schools,
Killing spreas that ain't cool.
Drugs in the halls with their fools,
All the above just make ya lose.
Waitin in the field with rumors spreadin,
On the outcomes, people are bettin.
Then in the gym we are sittin.
All the above just us frettin.
Worries are gone, no bombs been found,
Not even after the use of a hound.
Everything's fine, we're all safe'n'sound.
All the above just help solve problems bound.
Goin back to school with nothin to fear,
The bad guy's shadow no longer leers.
Everyone around gives up a cheer.
All the above has happened here.
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