When subordinate rings the bell,
We pack our bags and walk to domicile.
In joy and sluggish mood
We exit our school.
Where pupil carrier waits for pals
Everyone has a different story to tell
One is happy another is gloomy
Well each one has a distinct journey
When mother prepares meal,
We enjoy it with zeal.
When pals make merry memories
The joy of coming home is something that ease
