Happy and joyous for the first day
Of school. With my backpack full
And ready to go. Eager to meet those
Who will be my friends. Who?
The bus is here, and mom
Is very happy. She records the whole
Morning on video. I wave good-bye
To her and look for who are my new friends. Who?
The bus ride is long and quiet. No one
knows anyone. We all just look
At each other, afraid of introductions.
Who will be my friends? Who?
We get to the school and go to our own
Classrooms. Some down one hall, some
Down the other. I get to my room and I see
Who will be my friends. They will.
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