Remember how it used to be in the 3rd grade?
We used to laugh and play and cherish each day in the 3rd grade.
We learned too wonderous things from a teacher so nice,
Sat on Marchmallow-Desks with Teddybear-Smile.
The World seemed to all make sense
But that sense seems to slowly fade, after 3rd grade.
In 3rd grade we used to write with crayons
And we would make sparkly pictures with glitter and gleu.
We had warm cookies and hearts full of love,
And it wasn't a care in the world of me or you.
There's not a thing in this life that I wouldn't change
Just to go back for one minute to 3rd grade.